#I’m still 1 day late for this but gonna see if I can catch up today

[skyghoul]

[lightseoul]

you and me, both

synopsis. mina and kirishima invite you to a night out. ‘it won’t be like last time!’ they said. you begrudgingly go. (part 1)

cw. gn!reader, gradstudent!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (~23 yrs old), mina ashido x kirishima eijirou, fluff

word count. 1.9k words

You check your watch for the umpteenth time, which now reads 6:29 PM. It hasn’t even been a minute since you last checked it, yet it feels like you’ve been waiting here for hours.

The ramen shop you’re waiting in front of and agreed to hang out at is slowly getting packed with people, tired businessmen and students alike eager to eat the day’s worries away and head home full and satisfied.

Rocking yourself on your feet, you chance another peek at your watch. You stare at it as the minute hand finally strikes the number 12. With a heavy sigh, you look up to find Bakugou walking towards you, hands in his pockets, just in time.

Of all things, the last thing you need him to be is punctual.

You stare at each other in awkward silence before warily exchanging hello’s.

Before Bakugou could even bring up the elephant in the room, you quickly explain, “I think everyone else is just running late.”

He nods silently, and in three strides, arrives at the spot to your left, all the while sparing a respectable distance between the two of you.

Clearing your throat, you look around at everything else but him. The ramen shop you chose as a group called Kikanbo is known for its signature ‘devil’ ramen—devil because of its (allegedly, hot and numbing) spiciness.

You were initially against it, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of Mina and Kirishima’s Pro Hero friends, but ultimately decided to go with the flow. The last thing you needed was for them to tease you about being self-conscious around Bakugou. Which you aren’t.

Suddenly, it dawns on you how suspiciously couple-looking you’re coming off right now. Giving Bakugou a quick once-over, he’s dressed in black joggers and a grey crewneck sweater, insulated by a thick, long coat. You internally sigh in relief at the sight of his baseball cap, which should shield his identity from prying eyes.

Though, you doubt his bulging muscles and piercing crimson eyes do much in terms of keeping a low profile.

While looking him up and down, he catches your eye. Embarrassed, you blurt out: “I’m gonna call Mina.”

Desperate to get away from his immediate radius, you don’t even wait for his acknowledgment before stepping away into a quiet corner. The phone rings three times before you’re greeted with a chirpy (too chirpy, if you were to be honest right now), sing-song voice.

“Hi, Y/N! What’s up?”

Twelve years of friendship and you still can’t believe this girl, “Mina? Where the fuck are you?! And everyone else?”

She has the nerve to guffaw, “Like I said, it won’t be like last time anymore! Tonight, it’s only gonna be you and—drum roll, please,” in the background, you hear someone—Kirishima, probably—imitating a drum, “Bakugou!”

Fuck. You can’t help but whimper, “You have to be kidding me.”

“Sorry, Y/N. We figured this is the only way we can get you guys to spend time together outside of just texting. By the way, you guys sure are going at a snail’s pace, huh?”

You can feel the blood rush to your face, “What? How’d you even—”

“Bye, bestie!” she cuts you off, “Have fun!”

“Be safe, bro!” Kirishima adds before she hangs up, leaving you slack-jawed and your heart going at 150 beats per minute.

When you turn back, you see Bakugou leaning with his back against the wall, a smirk decorating his features. What’s he all fucking smug about?

You reluctantly walk towards him, waving your phone for emphasis, “Did you know about this?”

“No,” the smirk has now been replaced with a subdued scowl, “but I put two and two together on the way here.”

And just like that, he drops the conversation. He simply makes his way to the entrance and you follow suit, forced to deal with all the implications by yourself.

Just like the dinner from two weeks ago, it turns out that hanging out with Bakugou isn’t so bad after all.

After ruefully accepting the fact that you both got absolutely betrayed and stood up by your best friends, you entered the ramen shop and got seated on the stools facing the chefs. You ended up going for the regular level spices, or futsu futsu, while Bakugou went all in and ordered the devil ramen or oni mashi.

He barked a laugh at how your eyes bugged out the moment you saw how red his broth is. Instead of challenging you to a spice-off, though, he simply offered you the first sip (which stunned you—you didn’t expect him to make such a courteous gesture). Grateful, you took his offer.

You shouldn’t have, though.

You ended up choking so hard, alarming everyone in the restaurant, and Bakugou had to keep in his snort (that was surely gonna be loud and attract even more attention) in favor of getting you some milk to wash it off.

Once you recovered, you went on to eat your dinner, talking about the kinds of things you’ve conversed about over daily texts. Real-life conversation with Bakugou, to your pleasant surprise, is easy and free-flowing.

Contrary to how he’s depicted in media and your first impression of him from that run-in in the middle of your commute home from university, Bakugou is thoughtful and considerate. Sometimes brash, yes, but never mean.

He also seems to be genuinely interested in what you have to say, mindful of shifting the conversation from revolving around his hero work to asking about how’s post-grad these days, or if there’s anything eventful that happened in Manual’s agency earlier, seeing as how’s today’s a Saturday, the day on which you work part-time as admin staff.

You couldn’t school the surprised expression on your face fast enough at his remembering, and a small, somewhat self-satisfied smile took over his lips at your reaction. You probably, maybe, could’ve died a happy person then and there, but you kept yourself in check.

Soon after the bowls were clean of delicious ramen and bills were paid, you then headed out and decided to walk in the cool night breeze, with Bakugou taking the lead.

Which is how you wound up here, in a somewhat populated park that you’ve never heard of, sitting on the bench overlooking the view and in comfortable silence.

“So,” you start, admiring the scenery (first; second, avoiding eye contact), “do you usually go here?”

He grunts in response, “Yeah. Though I usually stroll around alone, instead of…” he gestures awkwardly toward your direction.

You struggle to contain your chuckle. How can he be so domineering in the field yet so bunglesome when talking to you? It’s endearing, to say the least.

“But you have brought some over here, have you?” you look around again, inspecting the greenery, the stone infrastructure, the lights. “This place is so beautiful.”

“I have,” he starts, “I think I’ve jogged with Dunce-face and Bug Eyes here once.”

You snort at the nicknames he calls his friends, “Dunce-face? Are you referring to Kaminari when he—”

He smirks, “Yep.”

You can’t help but laugh out loud, and he joins in with a snicker.

“But wait,” you look at him, “I meant have you brought over a girl over here before?”

You mentally slap yourself for uttering the question before thinking it through, undertones and all. Bakugou’s eyes widen a bit, but his face remains controlled. If he’s masking his knee-jerk reaction, you’re thankful for it.

“I mean,” you peer amongst the people who are enjoying the night air with you, “Most of the people here are in pairs—couples, because of how romantic the place is at night, with all the light fixtures and all.” You shrug, “I’m sure any girl would appreciate being brought here.”

You sure as hell are hoping you’re coming off more as the ‘helpful-friend-giving-some-well-meaning-advice’ than the ‘jealous-bitch-who’s-crazy-over-past-girls’.

He huffs, and you’re starting to think you’ve overstepped his boundaries when he cuts off your train of thought. Hell—railroads you and leaves your mind embarrassingly blank.

“Actually, this is the first time I’ve ever been on a date. At least,” he snorts, “the one-on-one kind.”

Suddenly, a million questions start racing through your mind.

He’s considering this a date? Did he consider the fiasco from last time a double date? This is his first? What?! How?! Why did he bring you here, anyway? Does he think of you in that way…? How can he be so bashful yet so straightforward at the same time? How the fuck is he so cute?

All these very important (some outright silly) questions, but the one you pipe up with is: “But back then—you agreed when I said you had a lot of experience—how?”

“I grunted, dumbass. There’s a difference. I wasn’t about to tell ya how inexperienced I was in this sort of thing when you were hyping me up like no other.”

“Huh.”

He side-eyes you, “From the looks of it, I’d say you’re the one who’s had far more experience.”

You’re too embarrassed to admit the truth, and too dizzy from the implications of his statements, but you figured you owed him at least your honesty. Looking down at your clasped hands, you mumble under your breath, “This is actually my first time, too.”

Silence falls upon the two of you, and unlike earlier, it’s filled with budding anticipation rather than comfort. You finally will yourself to look up, only to see him red. Red all over—neck, ears, and face.

Redder than when he slurped down that monstrous broth from earlier.

Then it hits you.

What Mina said was…real.

She sure as hell omits some truths, concerningly more often than not, but she never lies to you.

You can’t help but let out a soft laugh, and he turns away at the sound, perhaps in embarrassment.

You smile, “For the record, I’m glad you’re my first.”

At that, he abruptly stands up, and for a second you’re thinking you ruined the moment by saying that, but you don’t get to wish for the ground to swallow you up whole because Bakugou looks back at you with a fierce determination in his eyes that makes your mind go hazy.

“Come on,” he holds out his hand, “I wanna make sure this is the best fucking first date you’re ever gonna have.”

Bonus:

(as he’s walking you home from the park)

“Wait, so am I the first person you’ve been texting, too?”

“Yes. Now quit yapping about this ‘first’ shit or I’ll make you.”

You laugh good-naturedly, “But you’re so good at it! The pacing, the withholding of information to keep them wanting more—I was convinced you’ve done this with a million other people.”

He sighs in what you think is fake exasperation, as his cheeks are tinted with a faint red, “For the billionth time, you’re my first. And,” he looks away, “I had Shitty-hair help me out a bit.”

Normally, you’d extinguish any and all species of butterflies in your stomach brought to existence by a boy because you can’t afford to get distracted right now.

But, today isn’t normal.

You, instead, let the grin that’s been fighting to take over your face the entire evening finally win over. You can’t help it—hearing that from anyone—especially Bakugou, makes you happy.

You continue walking in comfortable silence until he’s the one to break it.

“So,” he starts and you don’t even have to look at him to know there’s a smirk adorning his goddamn handsome face, “all sorts of company, huh?”

“Shut up.”

tagging. @wolfunderthethree @bakugo-dee @poemzcheng @fallingmoon02 @eksd @niiine @gold24fish @animehoe666 @distinguishedlight

[iluvmorales]

Miles morales, Earth 1610

summary What was your first kiss like?

a/n none

Word count ??

“Miles!” You called out with a smile, picking up your pace as you ran to the boy. He had his headphones on but he could hear you even through the loud ass music.

He turned to face you with a smile, watching you with adoration. “Y/N!” He held one of his arms up allowing you to wrap yours around his torso. “What’re you doing all the way over here?” He asked, setting his arm around you.

“I just wanted to see you, plus our classes were canceled today because of the attack last night. Kinda crashed out windows and stuff.” You spoke, not really caring about what’d happened to your school.

You and miles were split up when he’d one first place in the competition, he was sent to visions academy and you were sent to riverview academy, visions academy’s biggest rival.

“Ohh, I can skip class with you if you want? It’s just Spanish anyways.” Miles offered, taking his headphones completely down and resting on his neck with his free hand.

You quickly let go of him and stood straight, fixing your now wrinkled shirt; “No don’t do that what? I was just wondering if I could wait for you in your dorm?” You beamed at him with a smile.

“Ohh yeah, it’ll be quick.” Miles nodded as he walked up the steps and opened the door letting you in first. He wouldn’t admit it of course, but he was internally freaking out.

You looked so good today and you came all this way just to see him for a couple hours? You’d be the death of him if he wasn’t taught how to keep his cool when it comes to girls by his unc.

“Okay we can’t let admin see you so come this way” Miles pulled you into a less crowded hallway, a longer route to the dorms.

“I’ll race you there” you grinned at miles, waiting for him to accept your challenge. You always had the childish spark to you when you were around miles.

“Okay, if I win you have to let me borrow your 1’s and any clothes I want for a day- “You don’t even fit my shoes! Or my clothes!” He yelled.

“True, but if you win I’ll do something you want.” Miles paused,

Something he wants?

His mind instantly flashed images of you giving him a kiss, something he’d always wanted to do but backed down everytime the tension between you two built up.

“Bet.” Was all he sad before tying his laces and standing at a line the tiled floor provided. You quickly took your position next to him before smiling at him.

“1”

“2”

“3”

And on three you both took off, darting for the dorms. Miles was obviously ahead, but you didn’t expect it. “Since when were you so- athletic?!” You yelled trying your hardest to catch up with him.

He only looked back at you, sticking out his tongue like a child. Before you both knew it, miles slammed into the door first, you running still, not being able to slow down.

“Miles!” You yelled, tripping over your own feet. He quickly caught you, sending him slamming into the door once more.

You both laughed and giggled, being in miles’ arms as you looked up with a smile. “Damn, you really won huh” you said, defeatedly.

“Yeah,..” he trailed off, eyes moving towards your lips. You caught notice of it of course, but you looked at him, slowly inching closer.

His hand moved to your lower back and another to your cheek. You closed your eyes and moved closer, closing the little distance that was between you both.

His lips on yours was like static, a feeling in your chest you’d never felt before. You pulled away, still in a little daze as you looked up at miles. You both smiled like idiots in love before the dorms door had swung open causing you both to fall back into the room.

“Miles could you not make out on the door while I’m in here” ganke hummed before stepping over you two and into the hallway.

Both of your faces were on fire, your legs between his and your chests against eachother. You quickly stood up helping miles as well.

“Miles were gonna be late hurry up!” Ganke yelled from the end of the hallway. Miles scratched the back of his head nervously;

“we can talk about it later miles, get to class” you smiled lovingly at him before walking up and giving him a peck on his cheek

“Yeah..yeah okay see you in a hour” miles smiled, stepping out the dorm. “I’m still gonna wear your clothes miles!” You yelled as he walked down the hallway.

“Lo que es mío es tuyo amor!” He turned to face you throwing his hands up while walking backwards, winking.

You just laughed before going back into the dorm, closing the door.

amor.

translation

- Lo que es mío es tuyo amor means What’s mine is yours love

[cloverdaisies]

HOW TO SURVIVE SENIOR YEAR ☆

ERIC SOHN x reader 𝜗𝜚𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

˗ˏˋ description:ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭ : a chaotic how to guide on surviving high school with an 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 crush on the skater boy with the locker next to urs.

˗ˏˋ genre: ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭: pretty much chaos & fluff !

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚ word count: ɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆: 5.4k+

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚ dt : ɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆: for bar! @sohnric sorry it’s so late ! ! yk, e v e r y t h i n g that’s been going on & i’m sure you don’t mind! merry late c h r i s t m a s i <3 u very much, i tried to incorporate everything for you… i think these prompts definitely reached the right person!! ৎ୭… so for my bar ! ! …..

# FRIDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER 1996

# MORNING! 🌥️

The unbearable series of screeching from the school bell, cued the sound of wheels scraping against the pavement outside. A pair of blue cargo jeans complimenting a classic pair of red jordan’s glued themselves to a skateboard as it began flipping and jumping curbs. The wire of a walkman dangling, the flimsy headphones leaking sounds of a noisy guitar through the hallway of the school.

“Eric Sohn. No skating in the corridor and you’re late to class.” A nerdy-looking hallway monitor approached the skateboard wielding boy, holding out some form of citation for Eric to sign with a wavering hand.

“I’m not signing that.” He laughed, snatching the sheet making sure to crumple it into a tight ball before throwing it behind him. “You didn’t see me. Thank me later.”

The hall monitor, whose name tag read ‘Younghoon’ looked down with eyeballs bulging from his skull at the cigarette in his palm, tears pricking his waterline. Eric continued to skate the corridors to his homeroom, biting into an apple with that jaw of his that had to have been sharpened by the gods-

at least…. that’s what you saw….

Eric was a childhood crush of yours, considering you two lived on the same street growing up and you still vividly remember the heart eyes that pumped from your skull when you watched him play basketball on his driveway from your windowsill every night after school. Everything he did was enchanting, he made the simplest things look hot and his charm was next level too.

As for what Kevin sat next to you was seeing: just some dude burping and blowing it into his friends face afterwards.

In your sick love fantasy, you still thought he was the funniest most angelic man to first stick his feet in the soil of the earth.

“If you wanna survive senior year, you need to stop staring at him like that. it’s gross and it’ll leave you the minute it gets heart eyes for anything else. How many times can we have this conversation?” Kevin laughed and scribbled down, ‘1. NO F**K BOYS (especially Eric Sohn)’ in bright red ink at the top of your page.

“So!” Your homeroom teacher waltzed into the room with a wide grin glowing from cheek to cheek. “The class of 96’ how do you feel?! Your time at this school is almost over! Some of us are setting good examples, sat in our actual chairs and not the table Mr. Sohn?”

You giggled as Eric turned with a sigh, crossing his arms and sinking into his seat, secretly you hoped he would catch eyes with you just for a second and share a smile. However, the boy just put his headphones back on and slammed his head on the wooden desk as if he were to fall asleep.

You looked down at the diary where,

“ 1. NO F**K BOYS ”

had been written so passionately by Kevin and thought, if you’re gonna make senior rules, you should at least make the best high school ‘how to’ guide the world has ever seen.

——

The entire school day, word had gotten about ‘Kyu’s first party of the semester’ renowned for his crazy mansion of a house, and parents that were home a concerningly small amount of the time. Happening tonight, you hadn’t even thought about what you were gonna wear yet, or the fact that Kyu himself was Eric’s bestfriend.

Eric had a rather large friend circle of boys in your year, from Juyeon who was into sports to Jacob who was a bit of a music nerd and closer to Kevin if anything. Despite this, neither you or Kevin had received an invite to Kyu’s house for later that day.

# LUNCHTIME ! 🍛

Filling your metal tray and sitting next to Kevin on the end of one of the empty lunch hall tables, before you you could even begin biting in the panini you’d paid for, it was snatched out of your hand by...

“Sunwoo, that was my sandwich.” You groaned, looking at your empty plate and then back at him with a glare. “Do you not have your own food?”

“This looked nicer than my food, just have it back.” He shrugged dumping the half eaten sandwich back on your plate.

“Oh no it’s all yours.” You smiled sarcastically watching as he smiled and took the sandwich back in one animalistic gulp.

“So sorry about that y/n. Isn’t he just awful? I got you a new one.” Hyunjae, as if the entire scene was staged, sits beside you with his hand smoothly rested on his cheek. He pushed a new sandwich in front of you with a carton of orange juice sat at the top of the tray.

You rolled your eyes before you almost tripped over your comically untied laces (how did both of them end up that way?) You flew backwards only to be caught by Hyunjae, once again returning to his cringey script.

“Falling for me, I see?” He smirked lifting you back to your feet as you sat down to retie your laces that had been undone by someone at some point in time.

“Is this just going to happen every lunchtime?” You cocked an eyebrow with a huff, tying bunny ears in your converse and briefly looking back up to the boy.

“Of course, however each time it just gets more creative.” He smiled confidently, you were unaware that these were romantic gestures since Hyunjae made it seem like one big joke with his extravagant concepts.

“Please make it stop.” You rolled your eyes and tucked into the new sandwich, Kevin laughing to himself. You began to zone out as you noticed Eric from across the canteen, sat on the table skateboard propped up and talking to his friends. He looked at you momentarily with a smile before you were interrupted by Hyunjae waving his hand in front of your face.

“Are you guys coming to kyu’s?” Hyunjae asked, biting into his own.

“No. We’re not cool enough.” Kevin began to fake cry, wiping invisible tears and squealing in a high pitched whine.

“He said anyone can come, of course you guys are invited. When has he ever asked anyone?” Sunwoo added punching Kevin the back lightly and taking a seat at the table. “Just show up.”

As lunch ended, you found yourself digging through your locker for the biology notes you’d written the other day. However as you dug through your shelf you just couldn’t find them.

“What you looking for?” A deep voice alarmed you, looking up to see Eric Sohn throwing his jacket in the locker that belonged to him next to yours.

“Oh. Uhm.” You stuttered for a moment, wondering if your eyes and ears were telling you the truth. “Just some notes for biology, we have a test coming up.”

“Oh yeah, you can borrow mine for now. Just slot them back in my locker on Monday.” Eric passed you a few pieces of A4 with neatly printed notes, the cigarette resting on his lips bobbing as he spoke.

“Thanks, that’s uh, really kind of you.” You smiled as he shook his head nonchalantly.

“It’s nothing, don’t stress.” He added before breezing past you to the exit of the school with a confident stride in his steps, his skateboard under his arms.

# EVENING 🌌 :📍Y/N’s HOUSE

“Okay so what are you wearing?” Kevin asked turning around in his sequin shirt and jeans, complimenting his outfit with a crossbody bag and sunglasses.

“Uhm. Not sure yet. Might go for baggy jeans and a sequin top too.. I have a lot.” You showed Kevin the options, watching as he scratched his chin and looked between them.

જ⁀➴ৎ୭ OUTFIT OPTIONS:

(feel free to mix & m a t c h!)

“Gorgeous!” Kevin smiled, fixing you a few necklaces of his behind your neck. You smiled and looked in the mirror briefly before setting off down the block.

The house pulsated the entire street as guests spilled in the front door to the infectious rhythm playing at max volume from the many speakers around the house. A kaleidoscope of vibrant lights drowned the space, as drinks circulated everyone from the kitchen.

House parties tended to be like some sort of cringe trashy and incomprehensible version of a homecoming dance for adults that you couldn’t seem to understand. Sure they were fun but, high school students embarrassing themselves sure wasn’t.

“Hey Kevin.” A very drunk Ji Changmin sauntered over to us at the entrance, “Who’s the plus one?”

As Changmin looked over with his devilish glare, apart of you started to get nervous. As if you were mixing with the wrong crowd, a gentle flip in your stomach warned you, something was about to go incredibly wrong.

“Hi, I’m y/n.” You introduced yourself with a smile, as he passed you a beer from the many in his arms.

There was one thing that would determine whether someone would survive senior year: alcohol.

“2. PARTIES = STATUS”

Probably one of the most screwed survival tips, but unfortunately for teenagers who were just short of legal age a sip of liquor was enough to emphasise them as ‘cool’. Even if drinking is not your thing, the general consensus of being popular in senior year was to attend parties, host them and make lethal mistakes whilst there.

Throughout the night, you and Kevin found yourselves bouncing from group to group eventually watching Sangyeon and Juyeon play the most intense game of cup pong ever played in the competitive sports world.

♫ ANOTHER NIGHT - REAL MCCOY playing from speakers ♫

“Do you wanna take this one?” Sangyeon asked, holding the ping pong ball in front of you with a raised eyebrow.

“Me?” You asked laughing from the sidelines as he nodded, standing up properly you walked towards the table where most eyes were fixed on the table.

You’d gotten the grips of how to play, grasping the ball with a nervous clench before watching as Juyeon stared down the table with a sly smirk, his arms folded over his white tank top.

Bouncing off the table the ball hit the top of the few cups cups before landing in the fourth, making Juyeon’s total three. The crowd watching laughed as Juyeon threw his head back in defeat, taking the cup and gulping down its contents.

“Taking advantage of beginners luck is dirty play.” Juyeon shook his head at Sangyeon who laughed knowingly. “Whatever. If I land this you’re drinking this.”

Sure enough, as Juyeon bounced the ball across the table it landed in one of the two cups left leaving one. You’d hoped he’d missed not wanting to get to drunk around a group of people you’d never met. Nevertheless you took the cup and necked it’s contents, with a cheering crowd. Juyeon eventually won against Sangyeon, seeing the close of world’s most competitive game of cup pong.

A few drinks through the night, your brain chemistry had already began buzzing and the socialite in you stepped out of hiding, as you spoke to almost everyone you encountered. Hearing commotion from the living room, you dragged Kevin to investigate.

The room buzzed with anticipation as people gathered in a circle, forming a tight-knit group. Nervous giggles filled the air, drowned out by the music playing in the background. Sunwoo placed a bottle in the center of the circle, ready to determine the first pair of an early game of ‘spin the bottle’.

With a flick of his wrist, the bottle spun, its rotation echoing the excitement in the room. Hearts raced as it slowed down, pointing towards its chosen target. The room held its breath as the Sunwoo locked eyes with a girl he’d had a crush on for most of his childhood, their cheeks flushing bright pink as he made eye contact. With a playful smile, Sunwoo picked out one of the ‘fates’ written in the hat, revealing the crumpled paper to the crowd.

“Kiss.” He laughed nervously, smiling as she was, the circle squealed in anticipation. He leaned in to give her peck which raised a “booo” from the crowd at the underwhelming gesture.

“Y/N JOIN IN.” Hyunjae yelled from the group, causing the circle to laugh at how pathetic he was. You jokingly stepped behind Kevin to hide as “Join” began to be chanted in the room, persuading you to sit down in a gap made by Hyunjae and Haknyeon.

You took the bottle and spun it, the booze causing nerves to disappear. As the bottle began to slow down, Hyunjae grabbed the glass pointing it towards him - no one protesting considering this was his life long goal.

You sighed, hoping the paper in the hat wouldn’t do you dirty in this situation, looking up you noticed a familiar figure. Eric’s eyes stared down at you, stood from the other side of the circle, rested against the mantlepiece in his tank top and baggy jeans - a bottle of beer gripped loosely in his hands.

All of a sudden, your hands began to shake in adrenaline, Hyunjae’s eyes wavering as he noticed the way you looked up at the other boy. You began to unfold one of the pieces of paper from the hat, “7 minutes in heaven” you could have screamed. This was truly a worst case scenario, as the circle cheered and Sunwoo ushered the two of you to the bathroom.

Hyunjae locked the door with a sigh, sitting both legs in the bathtub and taking a lengthy swig of his beer in a saddened manner.

“Are you not going to do anything?” You asked curiously, folding your arms and taking a seat on the toilet cover.

“No.”He sighed, resting the bottle on the side and turning to look at you with an inquisitive stare, his eyebrows furrowing as if they contemplating internal questions.

“Why not?” You asked further, leaning forward as Hyunjae’s confident demeanour seemed to have suspiciously faltered.

“I see the way you look at him.” He suddenly spat, as if something within him snapped. “You’ll never give it up will you. Everyday, I do something to make you laugh, smile and show you someone cares. Yet… Every time I try, you’re still staring at that motherfucker who wants nothing to do with you.”

“Sorry?” You asked almost confused, the outburst seemingly unnecessary as he went to speak again but was interrupted by an ominous banging at the door.

“I get you guys are probably exchanging cooties in there, but I need to shit.” The sweet sound of Haknyeon’s charming voice and vocabulary echoed through the bathroom causing you to hold back a laugh in the situation.

“Listen y/n. I need to ask a favor.” Hyunjae proposed, stopping you from reaching for the handle of the door. “My parents have been bugging me about having a girlfriend, since my brother has one now and they’re telling me I’m a good for nothing man who will never be able to commit to someone. Which is kind of true. But will you pretend to be my girlfriend to get them off my back?”

“Will I? Hmmm….” You pretend to think for a second before retorting with a loud. “NO.”

“Please. I’ll help you get him, I’ll do everything I can to help you win Eric over. I’m one of his bestfriends.” Hyunjae’s eyes glistened in genuine sparkle, an expression you’d only come across once or twice in your life.

“I’ll think about it. But for now, it’s not a yes or a no.” You closed the conversation, head spinning as you opened the door, Haknyeon spilling into the bathroom and beelining straight for the toilet.

“3. DONT PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE’s GIRLFRIEND WHILST YOUR TRYING TO GET THE ATTENTION OF THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE.”

Oddly specific rule, however as you proceeded down the stairs it seemed you wouldn’t have to convince people you were dating - their dirty minds had already assumed what had happened in that bathroom.

“You’re on.” You looked back at Hyunjae with a smile before linking arms with Kevin to leave, the party only dying down in the early hours of the morning.

# SATURDAY 22ND SEPTEMBER 1996

# MORNING 🌥️

The gentle rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, birds began chirping outside, and the comforting aroma of breakfast drifted from the kitchen. Your eyes stuck together and your head booming with music from the night before, on the floor Kevin was sprawled emitting gentle snores.

The sound of a car horn outside, immediately brought you to your senses, with your fingers your gently moved the curtain to see Hyunjae leant against his car.

“Your dating Hyunjae?” Kevin asked, giving you the fright of your life as he appeared over your shoulder.

“No.” You immediately refuted, getting shivers from the sickly idea of having to date such a inferior choice of male.

“So why’s he here?” Kevin asked with a sarcastic voice, laughing at the stupidity of the scene.

“We’re dating but like just so his family gets off his back.” You sighed, standing up out of bed and beginning to make yourself look more presentable.

“You’re FAKE dating, Hyunjae?” Kevin’s jaw dropped even more than it already was if that was even possible. “That isn’t gonna look good to lover boy now is it?”

“Listen, he’s helping me get him. He’s on the inner circle, if I have a chance of getting Eric this is it.” You sighed taking your clothes to change in your arms.

“I’m calling Jacob.” Kevin suddenly added, pulling out his nokia with its antenna.

“Don’t you dare he said don’t call unless it’s emergencies, he’s in exam mode.” You recalled, knowing Jacob is practically unreachable during exam season.

“This is an emergency.” Kevin emphasised each word with a sarcastic edge.

“It’s not and if you call him, I’ll make your life so difficult.” You pointed at the boy with a warning finger before walking out to meet Hyunjae in front of his car.

♫ ALL THE SMALL THINGS - BLINK 182 playing from the car radio ♫

“Hey.” You smiled, climbing into the passenger seat of his car, the soft top rolled down so the breeze would eventually leave you wind swept. “Where we heading?”

“Bowling with my parents.” Hyunjae grumbled, more than happy you were in his car but visibly stressed with the entire situation.

“Is this all I have to do and I’m not your girlfriend anymore?” You suggested, leaning your head on the side of the car and letting the wind catch your face.

“Should be. Then I’ll tell you all about him.” Hyunjae chuckled, one hand on the steering wheel and another raking through his hair.

The bowling alley downtown was lively, decorated with neon lights and the sound of crashing pins. The smell of hot dogs and nachos wavering faintly in the air. The lanes are filled with laughter and ‘friendly’ competition.

Hyunjae swiftly introduced you to his mother and father, who looked you up and down before sending him an impressed smile.

“I’ll have to warn you dear y/n, they both get a bit competitive.” Hyunjae’s mother smiled as Hyunjae age his dad began squaring up to each other in the lane.

Whilst you were putting on your shoes, you felt a pair of eyes on you from somewhere unable to tell where.

“Hey y/n!” A familiar cheerful voice greeted you, looking up shell shocked you saw Eric, dressed in his work uniform with a lollipop. You felt your heart shatter, Hyunjae had to know he worked here, he set you up, but why?

Eric looked gorgeous in uniform you had to say, his pinstriped shirt and jeans complimented by the blue cap. However, you had bigger issues.

“You on a date with Hyunjae?” He asked, polishing a pair of shoes behind the counter next to you, happening to notice how pretty his hands were. “You look pretty, he’s a lucky guy.”

What did he say?

“Oh Eric! You met my girlfriend! This is y/n!” Hyunjae wrapped an arm around you with a condescending smile, for you everything felt as if it had frozen in time.

Eric swivelled the lollipop in his mouth for a moment, observing the look of shock you’d tried to conceal with a smile on your face and chuckled to himself.

“Landed a nice one there haven’t you buddy?” Eric almost began to patronise his bestfriend, a look of suspicious nature hidden in his big smile like a cheshire cat.

“I’m just going to go to the bathroom.” You giggled before excusing yourself to the toilets across the arena with a nervous pace.

“Well that backfired.” A voice sounded, someone pulling you back from one of the booths in the canteen. Kevin and Jacob sat like spies with sunglasses tuxedos and newspapers had been watching the entire time.

“He set me up.” You sighed putting your hands in your head. “I know he’s jealous of him but i didn’t think he’d go this far.”

“It’s Hyunjae. This is probably hilarious content to him.” Kevin rolled his eyes as Jacob nodded along, them both peering around the corner to watch the scene unfold.

“Y/n have you ever considered that Eric might like you?” Jacob asked taking his sunglasses off to look at you properly before you answered.

“He definitely doesn’t like me like that, maybe as a friend?” You suggested, twiddling your thumbs together over the wooden surface.

“Well he doesn’t seem to like the entire you and Hyunjae thing.” He added looking back over to the icy conversation between the two boys at the check in desk - Hyunjae’s parents stepping in to tell him they were ready to play.

“How can you tell?” You furrowed your brows in confusion, waiting for the reply as he began to speak.

“Duck! He’s coming.” Kevin quickly hid you under table covering you with his jacket as they both got back to their newspapers.

“Kevin?” The sound of Hyunjae’s voice from above the surface startled. “You seen y/n anywhere?”

“No? I saw her come in with you.” Kevin cleverly redirected the question allowing the boy to shrug and walk in a different direction looking for you.

“I told you these disguises wouldn’t work, we needed the moustaches.” Kevin hissed across the table to Jacob, the both of them having watched a few too many over the summer.

“Listen what do I do? Because I can’t tell Eric I’m fake dating Hyunjae because then he’d find out I was doing it because I have a stupid little thing for him!” You exclaimed, frustrated as you’d fell right in to Hyunjae’s trap.

“4. DON’T FALL FOR YOUR CRUSH’S BESTFRIENDS BLACKMAIL”

“I wouldn’t call it little. But hope things work out for you!” Jacob smiled angelically ignoring the pain shimmering in your eyes.

“Me too!” They began to gather their things ave scramble, about to take flight from the situation.

“Where are you guys going?” You asked panicked they were about to ditch you and leave the sticky situation.

“Getting you out of here.” Kevin replied taking your arm and sprinting out of the nearest exit - they may have set an alarm off for opening a fire door but oh well.

“5. DO HAVE FRIENDS THAT WILL GET YOU OUT OF SITUATIONS YOU CAUSED YOURSELF”

# MONDAY 24TH SEPTEMBER 1996

After hibernating in your bed for the rest of the weekend and 13 times Kevin had tried to ring the landline to check if you were okay. It was time to face them all at school and you could not think of anything worse.

“Oh my god. It’s aliveeee.” Kevin acts out a poor excuse of a Frankenstein impression as you laughed and breezed past him to your locker.

“If you see Hyunjae hide me.” You chuckled as he signed ‘rodger that’ with a salute and began rambling about the pasta he cooked for dinner the night before.

All of a sudden you were pushed into the locker, Kevin stood in front on you casually reading a book as Hyunjae walked by with a question mark above his head. He didn’t bother asking where you were, assuming if you weren’t with Kevin you weren’t there at all.

You eventually broke free of the hiding spot, fixing your hair and brushing down your clothes. The sound of wheels rolling down the corridor coming to a halt beside you.

“Were you?-” Eric was about to ask but refrained considering Kevin was signing ‘cut’ and ‘shush’ behind you flailing his arms around like a maniac.

“Here’s your notes.” You smiled, a touch of pink rising to your cheeks as your hand grazed his defined one, the notes you’d borrowed in pristine condition.

“Thanks, cutie.” He smiled, the nickname causing you to freeze up in your tracks, you knew he only said it out of courtesy or like the others that was ‘just his personality’ but it made your heart melt - as you watched him skate down the corridor, his biceps flexing to maintain balance.

You managed to survive your classes without being berated by Hyunjae or any of his friends, having to sadly eat lunch in a cubicle surely wasn’t a high moment of yours.

Soon the bell was sounding for the end of the day as students flocked out of the grounds excited for the school’s baseball match that evening.

“There she is!” You heard an annoyingly shrill voice yell from behind you, as you were about to cross the car lot. Behind you was Eric Hyunjae and Juyeon, walking in a line towards you whilst Eric was on his skateboard.

“Told you I saw her.” Eric laughed as you were clearly avoiding Hyunjae at all costs, you turned with a bitter smile as they got closer.

“You coming to Eric’s big game tonight?” Juyeon asked giving a friendly elbow to Eric, clearly nervous as it was the first big game of the season.

Eric looked at you with an ounce of hope, only to be quickly shot down, but you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes sparkled at the idea.

“No she’s actually got a date with me.” Hyunjae answered for you with a snide tone, eyes flickering towards you.

“No,no. I think I’ll go.” You smiled, “I really like baseball.”

“I don’t wanna interrupt you guys.” Eric looked between you both with something suspicious lingering behind his eyes as he turned his baseball cap to the left.

“You’re not interrupting us! Perhaps this ‘date’ can be on the pitch.” You suggested looking at Hyunjae’s wide eyes, knowing his plan was falling to pieces but he couldn’t disagree, not in front of everyone.

“Cool.” Eric smiled smugly, “See you there.”

You watched as him and Juyeon walked to the pitch for pre-match practice. Not wanting to spare Hyunjae anymore time, you walked at lightning speed in the direction of your house, ignoring him yelling your name from behind you.

“Y/n give me a second.” Hyunjae caught up to you on the sidewalk, grabbing your arm to turn you around. “You don’t have to do this anymore, go get him. It’s clear you’ll always love him and I can’t change that. I’m sorry, I took it too far.”

Despite the fact you appreciated the apology it seemed as if it was a little to late, he’d already tried to bring everything crashing down between you and Eric and now he thinks the both of you are on a date at his game. You smiled at him and nodded, swiftly turning on your heels and rushing home.

# LET’S GO H A W K S, LET’S G O O O !!🏟️

The chanting of cheerleaders and commotion amongst the crowd sang from outside of the pitch, Kevin and Jacob having already bought snacks rushed to a bench with good sight of the pitch.

“I’m so excited for this, there’s literally no way we lose.” Kevin watched as your school team walked out on to the pitch, immediately spotting Eric and making smoochy faces at you.

You didn’t notice too much of Kevin’s torment, as you were captivated by the sight of him. Eric looked up at the bleachers as if he was scanning the crowd for someone in particular his eyes landed on you for a moment - or Kevin maybe even Jacob.

The game commenced, no home-runs were scored by the competition and our team was not looking to beat them either. Time was running out as the ball left the hand of the pitcher, Eric stood in formation waiting for the ball to reach him. He swung the bat behind him and hit the ball with astonishing force triggering a roar from the crowd. He made a run for it, it was a home-run, the winning home-run.

“Go get him girl.” Kevin said as the players began to leave the pitch, watching as you ran off immediately to find him.

You patiently waited outside the locker rooms for him, knowing the other players would be tossing him around and winding him up. He eventually emerged from the lockers, wet hair and a towel around his neck.

“Can I talk to you?” You asked as he caught eyes with you, confused to why you’d waited.

“Sure, where’s Jae?” He asked, following you as you began to walk to somewhere more private.

“I’ll explain all of that.” You sighed, looking back at the boy for a moment, feeling your heartbeat pause in time as the sunlight hit his skin.

You both made your way under the bleachers, Eric already making a joke about what happens underneath them before even getting there.

“Eric. I have to say this otherwise one day I’m going to implode.” You began, your heart facing the adrenaline kicking through your veins and it was as if a theme park was screaming in your stomach. “I like you.”

A silence sat amongst you, the conflict in his eyes bouncing back and forth making you increasingly apprehensive for what he was about to say.

“Y/n I can’t do this to Hyunjae. Listen I really like you but that’s my-” Eric tried to collect himself, holding on to the top of the bleachers with one arm and wiping his forehead with the other.

“Eric we’re not dating! I know you can see that.” You pleaded with him, watching as his gorgeous eyes twisted to confusion.

“You’re not?” He asked, more than confused.

“No…. I agreed to ‘fake’ date him to get his parents off his back and to get to know more about you. But.. he took it too far and I think he might’ve been jealous I liked you.” You admitted, chewing your bottom lip and looking anywhere but at the boy fresh off the pitch in his baseball uniform.

“I don’t know because what if you’re lying to me.” He suggested, you couldn’t get offended because what if you were?

“Eric you’ve known me since we were kids I wouldn’t lie to you, I wouldn’t get anything out of doing that.” You reassured him, watching him contemplate ideas in his head as if mini cogs were turning.

“Y/n I know I don’t show it, but I really was interested in you but Hyunjae I couldn’t hurt him. Do you mind if I?” He asked, pulling you closer to him with his back leant up against the metal beam behind him.

“Of course I don’t.” You smiled, your voice barely above a whisper as you watched that beautiful grin of his spread across his lips, his brown eyes sparkling down with the sunset peaking through the gaps of the rows.

He kissed you, so sweetly, so gently, holding your face with the palm of his hand and bringing your waist closer as your stomach flipped and your heart filled with love. As you parted he brought you into his arms, it was the warmest hug that just felt as if everything was right.

“Now that you’ve said it, it makes sense. I’ve never seen someone avoid their boyfriend so much until now.” He laughed thinking of the time you escaped the bowling alley with Kevin and Jacob and further went to extreme lengths to avoid him at school too.

You giggled in his arms, looking up to his face that smiled back down at you, gently moving in for another kiss.

“I think I won twice today.” Eric laughed, giddy with excitement the grin on his face practically beaming from ear to ear.

That’s how you sort of survived senior year.

tagging: @juyeonszn @deobienthusiast 🤍

[hihhasotherfixations]

John Price headcanons sfw & nsfw P2

Part 1

Here’s some more of my headcanons for this man. They’re a but all over the place, apologies. But enjoy :3

Sfw:

While he himself is not religious, he was brought up in a Christian family.

Speaking of his family, he unfortunately doesn’t have a very big one. He has a father he barely talks to and older sister. His mother passed away from cancer when he was still a lieutenant and because of it, when he got promoted to captain there was no one around - his sister was caught up and stuck with work. It was not a good time for him. Instead of celebrating his accomplishment, he was alone and stricken with memories and grief.

His dad was incredibly strict growing up and Price’s relationship with him is still very strained to this day because of it.

His late mother was very adamant on not swearing and while he tries to uphold that, he’s also been in the military for 19 years. And sometimes (very often) the danger or his men become too much. This has caused him to adopt swearing even though he tries so hard not to. One of his most used swear words however is ‘jesus- fuck’ as it’s become almost a habit to swear with jesus christ, though he always catches himself last moment and tries to divert from swearing with the religious man’s name and says fuck instead.

Price can’t ride a bike. And I don’t mean a motorcycle, he’s fine with those - really good even. But an actual bike? Man can’t do it. Do I say this purely because I find the thought/image of Price on a bicycle cursed? Yes, yes I do.

Price finds it hard to say ‘no’ to the 141 when it comes to small and inconsequential things. Due to this, there was a time where for over a month, the 141 walked into his office, asked him to doodle a cat and then left without a word. And yet he did so every time, confused but content enough whenever they waddled off with their doodle. What he didn’t expect, was to show up on Christmas morning to find a blanket strewn over the couch in the rec room - it’s print being littered with every small cat he had doodled. It is now one of his favourite things.

Not a headcanon but I wanted to let the world know: Price has a tiny birthmark on his nose and it is the most adorable thing in the world. (Thankfully I’m seeing more people bringing attention to it >:3) Because of it, if you repeatedly kiss his nose for that reason? To kiss the birthmark? He’s gonna get really flustered really quickly. Not much will bring this man to a stop mid order-giving, but that would shut him up real quick ;3

He does not like singing but you can often catch him humming when doing something such as cooking or cleaning. He doesn’t really realise he’s doing it so don’t point it out! Otherwise he’s gonna be conscious of it and you won’t hear it for a month or two.

Terrible at golf. Gaz once took him golfing cause he thought that’s something Price enjoyed/was good at. It in fact turned into Price getting frustrated and nearly obliterating the golfbal with how hard he hit it. He gave up after that.

This is more logistics that I keep for myself but Price was in the British army for 4 years before he moved to enlist in the SAS.

Loves, loves, loves playing with your hair if you let him. Sitting/cuddling on the couch? His fingers are touching it in some way. Kissing? His hand is keeping your head near his via the back of your neck and his thumb will be rubbing back and forth over the hair there.

Pretty sure 90% of people share this headcanon but good LORD his sneezes. They are loud and you can hear him from across the field. He then proceeds to shrug it off like they’re nothing.

Man has the sharpest and loudest finger whistle and 100% uses it on his men to get their attention. Both the 141 and the soldiers he reigns over as captain. It’s a noise ingrained into every single person who has served with him and will get them to shoot straight and pay attention instantly.

This is a little more niche. But this man sucks at almost every game except for survival games. FPS? Absolute shit, will get maybe one bullet to hit before dying. Horror? While he doesn’t jump at the jump scares, if he is being chased by a monster or a killer, you can almost guarantee he will die. But survival games?? Give him the forest (kinda) or Subnautica to play and this man will absolutely tear it up. You can leave him for an hour or two and when you come back he’ll have crafted a base and be halfway through the game.

This includes Minecraft. Kinda. Man is an absolute god at building, but do not send him into the mines. You will see a message pop up of him falling into lava or dying by mobs every 5 minutes.

Basically any game where he’s not in constant danger, he’s fine.

Avid peanut butter enjoyer.

If Price were to ever have children, he would try very hard to give them the childhood he never had. He would not deny those kids of anything. They want to go outside in the rain to play in the mud? Alright, let him get the raincoats, he’ll wash the dirty, muddy clothes later (he is 100% out there with his kids, splashing them or letting them push him into puddles).

In the same vein, he would try very hard to separate work and life. Sure he might need to get stern sometimes and tell the rambunctious rascals off, but he tries very hard to do so in his dad voice, not in his captain voice. It would still happen sometimes though and he’d feel absolutely awful. Especially if he makes his kids cry because of it.

One of his favourite songs is Escape by Rupert Holmes (The piña colada song). You can oftentimes hear it and songs like that softly playing in his office while he’s doing paperwork.

Not really a headcanon and don’t ask me why, but this donkey is giving me Price vibes: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJV6o5cB/

While he smokes cigars, he’s not at all a chain smoker. Usually saves them for moments where he feels he earns them (after a mission, completing paperwork he really didn’t want to do etc), high stress, or when he’s really craving one.

In a similar topic, he hates cigarettes. Tried one when he was younger, hated it and instead unfortunately took over the cigar habit from his father (when said man was home). Because of this however, he can’t stand to smoke with Laswell. She tries sometimes - cause while she’s trying to quit, it’s hard - but Price only allows it if she’s upwind from him, blowing her smoke away from him.

He stubs his toe SO often. Don’t get me wrong, when out on the field, every step is calculated and precise and you will never in your life see him slip up. It’s a different matter entirely when he’s on leave or just around base though. His body doesn’t need to be on edge 24/7 anymore. Which means that if you’ve served under him, you’ve heard him curse out a door for daring to stand open in the way it did. When he’s at home with you? Double so. He tends to walk around without shoes at home - logically so. Which means his poor toes meet cupboards, table/chair legs and doors a bit too often. He’ll swear less when at home tho, more… take-a-deep-breath-to-control-the-rage kind of reaction.

For the love of god, call him pretty. It’s just- it does something with him. He’s heard handsome, rugged, manly, weathered, etc. And don’t get me wrong, if you call him any of those? Pride bursts through his chest and he’ll make sure to repay you in kind. But if it’s just you and him on the couch, leaned into each other, the tv softly playing? Just a quiet moment? And you call him pretty? It heals something in him.

Has once overheard soldiers insulting/mocking his facial hair and definitely made them shit themselves when he appeared behind them with his full 6”2 (188cm) buffed up captain stance - arms crossed with the most vicious glare you can even imagine. Also definitely made them run until they dropped and then do it again or gave them toilet duty for a month. It also definitely wasn’t only one time he overheard someone.

He’s an absolute history buff. At one point he seriously considered to become a history teacher but at that point he was too far into his military career. He didn’t feel like he could leave his men. It also felt like he’d have wasted years of his life and going back to school wasn’t really on his ‘want to do’ list at that age. So instead he opted he’d be of better use to the world right where he was.

If you allow him to infodump however? He will absolutely tell you the most random facts. Disturbing ones too. He just wants to tell you cool facts, its a way of showing love :)

Quality time often consists of him sitting beside you while you do whatever. He’s either reading a book or doing a puzzle, if he can he will have one hand on your thigh, absentmindedly rubbing it while his mind is elsewhere (its a bit hard when he does puzzles with one hand, but he makes it work)

In the vein of those puzzles, he absolutely LOVES them. If you come home with a newspaper saying “I got this for you!” and show him the not-yet-made puzzle, he will absolutely fall a little bit more in love with you every time. That’s his form of you coming home with roses for him.

Ridiculously good at crosswords. Very rarely has to look up an answer. He also tends to ask you out loud. Not per se to actually ask you though. It’s more of a way of thinking out loud. “What’s a six letter word for a cloud formation in space? …Nebula, thank you.” And then just moves on without you ever having said a word, not even realising he does it.

He always feels guilty when leaving you for long periods of time due to work. Tries very hard to make up for it, even if you assure him he doesn’t have to.

He does things while on missions that he is not proud of. He does not tell you any of the more inhumane things he’s done because he’s terrified it’ll change your perception of him.

These moments haunt his every moment however. Sleeping and awake. You are his only escape.

He is not proud of a lot of things. But the 141 is one of them.

Kyle is one of the most prominent ones. From when he found him in Piccadilly to the elite soldier he is today, Price is incredibly proud of who he’s become. Though he’s also very worried for the danger he’s put the younger man in by dragging him into this world.

Price also makes sure to look after Ghost. Strangely enough, he feels almost responsible for what happened to Ghost despite him having nothing to do with it. Because of it however, he feels very protective over the man and tries to treat him the best he can.

Soap is someone who he sees a lot of himself in. So he always tries to push the man to be better than he was. Price sees the potential Soap has in furthering his military career and if the moment came to it, he’d recommend the man for a promotion in a heartbeat. Soap is someone he always trusts in.

He has a lot of scars on his body from his years of service. If he feels you run your fingers over the scar and you ask him about them, he’s okay with telling you about how he got it. Even if he spares the details sometimes.

Lastly, if Laswell and her wife ever got a child, Price would 100% be the favourite uncle and regular babysitter whenever he’s off deployment.

That’s it for the regular headcanons again :3 Please respect the banner and onto depravity.

Nsfw:

Whenever he’s making out with you, he LOVES having a hand on your throat. Not to squeeze. Never to squeeze. He does not like the thought of choking you at all, brings bad memories. But he is addicted to the thrum of your heartbeat underneath his fingertips. The submission that comes with it as you let him hold a place so vulnerable while he attacks your lips.

Doesn’t have to be during sex either. You two can be cuddling on the couch and he’ll gently pull you in by your neck or throat and press his lips into yours. Or push you up against the wall by it when you greet him as he comes home. Just let him hold you and move you like that.

Fingerprint bruises. Oh my god he properly leaves them whenever you two are having an especially… passionate night.

Don’t get him wrong though! He’ll kiss the bruises and apologise after, even if seeing them sends a flutter down his spine. Loves walking up to you and slotting his fingers right over the marks, careful and appreciative as his hands fill up the spots.

Man loves biting and nipping any place of you he can reach. Have I mentioned how much he loves leaving his marks on you? Hickeys and imprints of his teeth e v e r y w h e r e. (Won’t go above the collar if you don’t want him to)

Depending on how okay you are with it, he’ll definitely bite hard. He’s holding you in a mating press, kissing you to hell and back and when his hips start to stutter, when that telltale spark begins to come up, he’ll divert to where your neck meets your shoulder and bite while fucking the last few strokes into you, muffling his groans and noises of pleasure into your skin.

He has once broken skin while doing it, he felt absolutely awful after it. Immediately after coming down from his high and realising what he did, he went to go get the med kit from the bathroom. Naked and sweaty, he waddled away and back, concern and guilt as he disinfected the wound and dressed it, pressing a million apologies to you.

While it is rare to get him to actually fully give the reins to you and be submissive, when he does, call him by his honorifics still. Praise him with them. “You’re doing so good for me, captain” , “Are you feeling good, sir?” Whisper things like that in his ear and he’ll be whining and desperate for you like never before.

Man has a raging breeding kink. Will absolutely fill you up as many times if he can. Just the sight of seeing his cum leaking out of you instantly gets him going for a second round. The possessive side of him comes out thanks to the thought of you walking around with a piece of him inside you.

I don’t know if I mentioned it in p1 of this but he’s an absolute aftercare KING. Literally won’t want you to do anything. He’s cleaning you up with a towel first and foremost, gentle and careful - especially if he was a little rougher that day. After that, if you’ll let him, he’ll run a bath or shower for you and gently wash you himself. Kisses, cuddles and clean sheets are all in his service.

[kelcemenow]

Drive Me Crazy - Chapter 2.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1661

Warnings Strong language, but not much and a wee bit of flirting.

Huge thank you to the Anon who sent this in! They had such amazing words to say about my writing which I massively appreciate and then to top it off, had an incredible request for me! I only have experience with mechanics in the UK, so I've tried my best with this one! "I just recently got interested in Travis K. X reader stories and wanted to let you know, I read all of yours as quickly as I could. They are so well done and I couldn’t help but laugh/giggle and feel through each word you typed out. You’re doing amazing and I’m so glad to have stumbled onto your page. If you have any space for a request, I’d be curious about what Trav would think about having a military (like fighter pilot) or engineer or mechanic girlfriend. I see a lot of stories with him paired with models/singers/social media individuals (which are phenomenal!) but just wondering how he would be with a more tomboy like girlfriend!"

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

The dialling tone rang loudly in your ear for a few seconds as you wedged the office phone between your head and left shoulder. You typed up a couple of notes on the computer when the other end of the line picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it that Mr Kelce? It's Y/N from KC Auto repairs." You said, checking your notes.

A deep voice laughed, "Hey, yeah it's Travis. You can call me Travis."

"Oh, okay Travis. I had a look at your car and there is a problem with your combustion chamber. You see, vehicles need the right amount of air and fuel to mix and then-"

"Woah woah, you lost me at combustion." Travis said, "Just tell me, is the car a goner?"

You giggled, "No, you just need new spark plugs. It's around $250 including labour."

You could hear him sigh down the line, "Oh! That's fine then, do what you need to do."

"Okay, sure thing. I'll be finished with it by 4pm. Are you able to come and collect around then?"

There was a short silence, "I've got a crazy day. I got a couple of things to figure out first, I don't know if I'll be around."

You checked your schedule in the large leather bound diary in front of you, "Well, I'll be in the shop late working on some other cars, so if you drop by anytime before 7, I should still be here."

"Awesome, I'll stop by!"

"Great, catch you later." You placed the phone back onto the receiver and quickly jotted down in your diary details to remind yourself to replace Travis' spark plugs.

The office door opened and the noises of the shop floor grew increased for a second before they were muffled again as the door closed.

"Hey sport." You felt your Dad's hands on your shoulders, "Your headache gone yet?"

"Not really. I already got two cars to finish up, a service and now these new spark plugs for do for that GMC." You pointed your pen in the direction of Travis' car as you began to write out a worksheet.

Your Dad leant down across your shoulder, "I could do the GMC for you?"

"Dad no, Dr Martin said you had to take it easy." You covered the worksheet with your hand.

He swiped your hand away, "Oh come on, I'm fine! It's spark plugs."

You laughed until you noticed that his face had quickly changed when he caught sight of the sheet, "What's wrong?"

His once rosy cheeked complexion was now a ghostly shade of white, "Travis Kelce...you have Travis Kelce's car here?"

"Yeah, why?"

His eyes widened as he looked towards the shop floor, "His car is in my shop? The GMC, that's Travis Kelce's car?"

Your eyebrows lowered in confusion, "Yeah, he dropped it off this morning?"

"Oh man! Y/N, you gotta let me do it! The boys at the fishing lake aren't gonna believe this!"

"What is going on? Who is this guy?" Your voice was beginning to heighten in pitch.

Your Dad lifted his sweatshirt up to reveal a bright red jersey with the number 87 emblazoned on the front, "Travis Kelce is one of the greatest tight ends the Chiefs have ever seen!"

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your diary for the day.

"Which you would know if you ever watched football with me!" He poked you in the arm with his finger.

You tore off the worksheet from the pad, "If I give you this, will you stop shouting and making my headache worse?"

You Dad carefully took the paper from your hands and gently kissed the top of your head before dancing his way out of the office and onto the shop floor, Travis' GMC waiting in the corner of the garage.

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Glancing at the digital clock on the wall, you noted that it was 6.25pm. All of your colleagues had already left for the day, leaving you in the shop by yourself. You preferred working alone but your Dad's business had built up a good reputation in the city for being the best repair shop and it was always busy.

When you were younger, you had always preferred fixing your Barbie's houses to make them better as apposed to playing with the dolls themselves. As a teenager you could always be found in the workshop tinkering with tools and learning everything you could from your Dad. You started helping him in his shop during the summer and when you left school, he took you on and gave you a job. You saved every penny you could and when your Dad needed to take a step back from work, you bought into the business, running it alongside him.

You gazed up at the underside of the Ford that was lifted above you, squinting as the night drew in. The crackled radio played in the background and as you hummed along to yourself, the faint sound of footsteps seemed to blend into the music.

"Um...hello?"

You turned your head towards the direction of the deep voice, a silhouette standing in the doorway of the shop.

You squinted further, trying to make out any defining features but to no avail. "Karl, if this is you trying to scare the shit out of me, you gotta try harder than that." You shook your head and dropped your wrench down onto the floor, the sound of the metal hitting the cement loudly echoing in the vast room.

The figure stepped further forwards, his hands held up, "I'm sorry...it's Travis. I'm just here to pick up my car?"

You felt your cheeks flush red, "Travis? I am so sorry, that was really unprofessional of me."

"Hey, it's all good! Don't worry, I probably shouldn't have lingered in the doorway watching you."

Your mouth twisted to the side, "You were watching me?"

His eyes grew bigger, "Not in a creepy way. But now I've said that it wasn't in a creepy way, it sounds like it was in a creepy way."

You wiped your hands on your towel, smiling slightly as you listened to him struggle.

"I was just...impressed. Like I said earlier, I have no clue when it comes to shit like this." He looked around the room at the various tools and parts that were dotted around.

You slowly nodded your head, "Well, thanks...I guess?"

Travis scratched the back of his head and looked down at his feet, a clear indication that he was nervous. You took the opportunity to really look at him. He was wearing bright white trainers, dark wash jeans and a Louis Vuitton jacket with a white shirt underneath. He was so pristine and you were quite concerned that he wouldn't make it out of the shop without a smudge of oil on him.

"So, my car?"

You looked towards it, digging the keys from one of your many pockets, a couple of bolts coming out with them, "Uh yeah, my Dad took great pride in fixing your car. He's a big fan."

"Oh yeah? Well please, tell your Dad I said thanks!" He smiled before looking around again, "You on your own?"

You sighed, "Yeah, I got a few things to clear up on these babies and then I'll be done."

He unlocked his car and opened the door, pausing for a second before he turned back to you, "Wanna go for a drink?"

Your heart stopped for a beat or two and your chest tightened, a feeling you weren't used to. Men didn't usually ask you out, especially not at work. You didn't exactly make an effort to only be covered in grease all day and everyone knew that your Dad wouldn't be far away, meaning most potential dates kept you very much at an arms length. But here he was, an exception.

"I've still got some work to do." You looked down at your current appearance, "And I might not be down with the latest trends, but I'm pretty sure no one will let me in anywhere looking like this."

Travis smiled coyly, "So, is that a no?"

You winced at his hidden hurt, guessing he wasn't used to women turning him down, "Thanks...but no." Digging into your pocket, you retrieved his invoice, black fingerprints smudged across the paper.

As he reached to take the invoice, his large hand covered yours and you subconsciously held your breath, a fast heat rising to your face.

"No sweat, I might see you around anyway?" He jumped into his car, turning the engine on, "I'll wire you the money for the spark...things."

You nodded in acknowledgement, watching as he pulled away carefully out of the garage and into the night. You unclenched your shoulders and laughed to yourself, turning your attention back to the Ford.

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"A package? Who from?" You questioned.

Jordan shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. I didn't open it."

"We never get packages."

You became slightly distracted as Jordan tugged at the bottom hem of his hoodie and pulled it up and over his head, his shirt lifting up slightly to reveal a peek at his toned abs. He threw the garment onto the floor beside him and gazed at you.

"Y/N?"

You blinked, "Uh...I'll go and have a look now."

You furrowed your brows, making your way towards the office and shaking your head on the way, exacerbated at yourself.

On the desk was a small brown package with no indication of who it was from. You ripped open the paper and carefully pulled out the framed photograph. It was a picture of Travis midgame, the ball safely clutched in his gloved hands and speeding towards the end zone. He had signed the corner of the photograph. You turned the frame over to see some slightly messy handwriting on the back.

"For your Dad."

You smiled at his kind gesture.

"Let me know when you want to go for that drink."

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(9/8) prompt: colorful — 982 words (fame au pt.2; ft. drunk and whiny james - pt.1, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5) @jegulus-microfic

Regulus can barely make out the shadowy silhouette of James on the screen of his phone, just the occasional glimpse and the reflection of colorful flashing lights catching on the lenses of his glasses. He’s so close to muting the call, because the loud music of the club that James is at is just shy of annoying, not to mention the fact that Regulus has an early call time on set in the morning. He’s in bed already with only the bedside lamp on and everything. But he and James haven’t been able to catch each other outside of sparing texts every few hours for the last couple days, so when he saw the FaceTime call, he picked up.

He misses his boyfriend, sue him.

James clearly feels the same way, because for what’s now the fifth time, he brings the phone closer to his face just to loudly, drunkenly whine, “Baby, I miss you.”

“It’s just a few more weeks, baby. We’ll be alright,” Regulus mumbles. 

It’s a mantra they’ve both adopted since his filming really got underway. One that’s kept them holding on through the harder days of separation. Regulus is in France and James is still finishing the last leg of the band’s tour. In a perfect world, Regulus would be able to follow city to city, but he’s got a job, too.

“Think of the closing show,” He offers as some semblance of comfort.

Their first public appearance, the only true confirmation made by them to the press that they are in fact together. Because despite the fact that it’s been months, and they’ve been dodging rumors and cameras like it’s a second job to them, they haven’t done that yet. Taken that step. They decided the end of The Marauders’ tour was their best bet unless they wanted to wait until Regulus’ next premiere invite (they didn’t; it’s another two months away). Regulus will be flying back to London for the final night of tour, taking a long weekend before his return for his final weeks of filming. James will be going with him.

“What?” James is practically yelling now to be heard, and the momentarily higher volume makes Regulus’ eye twitch. 

You love him, you love him, you love him. He reminds himself to avoid irritation.

“James, why don’t I just try to call you tomorrow?” He tries.

Colorful lights flash brighter over the screen, stinging Regulus’ eyes when James brings his phone nearer to his ear, unthinking of the camera facing the club’s ceiling.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” He repeats, voice a touch too loud for the late hour in his hotel suite.

“No, no, no, wait, hang on,” James mutters quickly, words slurring together a little.

Regulus sighs and turns his face into his pillow while James is distracted. Honestly, he’s exhausted. Did a thirteen hour day of shooting and has to be back at it first thing, but where six months ago he would have hung up on James drunk calling him two minutes into the call, now he’s hanging on to every second he gets. He buries how pathetically infatuated that is of him the best he can. They are together, after all, his feelings don’t have to feel so much like a nuisance anymore.

James ends up outside of the club after a minute, the change in volume stark. The colors dancing over him are gone and instead it’s the yellow of street lamps that illuminate him a bit better on the screen. His face comes into view, glasses slightly crooked on his nose and cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol he’s consumed.

“Hi, baby.” James smiles adoringly at his phone and Regulus feels like he could combust.

His mouth twitches at the edges as he tucks his free hand beneath his cheek against his pillow. “Hi, darling.”

“Miss you.”

“You mentioned that once or twice.”

“Can’t wait to see you. I have airline apps and miles, gonna get a flight to you right now.”

“Mhm, I’m sure you are.”

James pouts. “You don’t believe me.”

“You’re a little drunk, baby,” Regulus notes.

“Can still get on a plane,” James argues.

“You don’t want to be here, I have to kiss my costar a lot,” Regulus teases gently.

Dramatically, James drops his head back on his neck and groans, loud and anguished. And damn it, even that is endearing of him somehow. Regulus is fucked.

“Hate this so bad, Reg,” James complains.

“I know, baby, I know.” A sigh, then a yawn. James is staring at him through the phone when he blinks slowly.

“You’re tired,” He says, brow creased. “Wait, did I wake you up?”

“Probably should have asked that about fifteen minutes ago,” Regulus chuckles. “But no. Was already in bed, though.”

“Miss being in bed with you.”

Regulus doesn’t offer any of the insinuating remarks he might typically. James is drunk so it’d probably go right over his head anyway. Aside from that, the fact is Regulus knows the feeling.

“Soon. A few more weeks. We’ll be alright.”

James sighs, but there’s a lazy smile curled at his lips, yellow light making his glassy eyes shine. “Yeah, we’ll be alright.”

“Now, please—” Regulus cuts off on another, longer yawn before shaking his head where he lays. “Please go back inside and find my brother before you drunkenly wander into some stranger’s arms just because you want a cuddle.”

“I’d never,” James stresses before he abruptly laughs giddily. When the unexpected string of laughter fades, he shines so bright with his joy that Regulus can’t help but smile in return. “I’m dating a movie star.”

“You’re so drunk,” Regulus snorts. “Go back inside. Text me to let me know you’re alive later.”

“I’ll always text you, Reg. Always always.”

“Okay, baby. I’m going to sleep now, alright?”

“I miss you.” Seventh times the charm, apparently.

“I miss you, too.”

[im-so-tired-sorry]

KiriBaku x gen!reader headcannons <3

A/N: part 2!! still kinda new to writing head cannons so sorry if it feels rushed

CW: flirting, some pet names

Genre: fluff

Word count: 0.9k

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Part 1

if everything is pretty quiet, you’ll visit kiri’s patrol spots and say hi before going off to finish your rounds.

you three go out for dinner when bakugo makes it as #2 hero.

over time, there’s a longing tension between the three of you; eijirou will start to become more clingy (obviously asking if it’s ok first) and katsuki will bring “extra lunch” and spare it to you or eiji cause “i’m in a good mood” every. time.

sharing glances with katsuki whenever you cook together

eijirou’s hands roaming your arms and shoulders, messaging them to help you relax

catching katsuki barely brush his hand against eijirou’s before swiftly pulling away.

more movie nights=more cuddling/falling asleep together.

late night calls with both of them while you just rant and talk about anything

it was eijirou who made the first move at confessing his feelings to both of you; it was during a call the three of you were in. he said it so abruptly that you and katsu almost missed it. it was silent for a bit, but you admitted your feelings for the other two as well, then followed katsuki.

it was like someone released all the air out of a balloon ready to pop, all the feelings came out, every perspective being shared about how you all fell for each other.

the call got so intense you all decided to just meet up at katsuki’s house.

once you saw each other, you just hugged.

it was mainly you and kiri dragging baku into the hug, but at one point, he stopped resisting and wrapped his arms around you both. “idiots <3”

stopping by each others places after your shifts became waaayyy more frequent, so much so you suggested making over night bags to leave at the others’ houses.

now, you don’t even notify that your coming over, you’ll just show up and kats will already have finished making dinner for you. “be grateful i even made enough for you.”

or eiji who will pamper you once you come over. “i’ll start a bath for you, and then we can do take out and a movie!!”

if you’re working late, your boys will send a selfie of them together. “miss you baby<3 stay safe 🦈😡” you immediately put the photo as your wallpaper

waking up for middle of the night calls when one of you has a nightmare

katsuki= master chef

you and eijirou= master taste testers, and there no need for a bias, katsuki’s cooking will always excel

“you already got a sample, you’ll have to wait ‘till we eat.” “but katsukiiiiiiii, it’s sooo good, and i’m so hungry, just one more bite!” “No!”

for a while, your schedules almost never line up, too busy to even visit each other after work. it’s to the point, where you go almost 2 months without proper time to talk to each other without it being over a screen.

but you persevere; you can somewhat cook too, and make lunch for them on your day off and visit them at their agency to drop it off.

your bfs will send flowers bouquets/fruit baskets to your agency

by a miracle, your schedules line up for two consecutive days off the three of you share, and you are not gonna waste it.

you three plan on going to the beach in the morning for breakfast, renting bikes to ride around the city, skip lunch and visit the aquarium, and grab dinner before heading back to katsuki’s for a movie night.

while kats was deciding which movie to put on the queue for movie night, you and eiji rant about how nice cuddling together feels after so long, sharing how you missed seeing each other after shifts. “no man should ever go so long without seeing his beautiful partners.”

you talk about missing cooking for each other and going out together and how today was such a recharge for you all. smaller thing like hugging and kissing were also mentioned.

“god you two, just move in already.”

said so casually, there was an abrupt stillness to the moment

in shocked silence, you and eijirou share a look. “katsuki…”

“it was just an idea! it’s not that big a deal.”

“not that big of a deal?!?!”

“look, it’ll be more convenient for all of us if we all just lived under the same roof. that way we can just come home to each other. plus, this house is too big for me to be by myself…” you notice his blush and the fact that he can’t look at either of you.

you recall on how kats had mentioned before about the house being bigger than what he would prefer, but with money not being an issue (being the #2 hero), he bought the house anyway. secretly, he bought it mainly because you and eiji loved it when he invited you two to visit the open house.

you and eijirou share another look, assurance now replacing previous astonishment

“well?”

…

“i’ll call off this weekend to pack.”

“we have tomorrow off, why wait?”

there’s a tension in the air, but it’s not bad. you look at each other and cant help but feel giddy.

you all break out into smiles and blushes and hugs and kisses and lay on each other and at one point, kats tackles both of you so you’re laying back on the bed.

giggles are shared, more kisses are planted, and you’re all so focused on planning tomorrow’s moving day that you fall asleep without picking a movie.

[hyperfixiation-station]

Lighter Pt.3

TW: Mentions of injuries, swearing

Summary: So you made it through the night. Now are you gonna wake up?

Part 1

Part 2

Over the course of the next four days Ghost, and sometimes Soap, do what they can to bring you back. Soap drops off your favorite blanket, the dryer sheets you use, and your MP3 player. Sometimes, while he forces Ghost to sleep, he’ll sit with you and tell you about his day, how annoying the new recruits are, and how Brenda in HR changed her hair again. 

Ghost doesn't leave your side, even to sleep. He simply curls up in the chair until Soap leaves. He does everything he can to stimulate a normal day for you, even washing your greasy hair one night. He doesn’t say much, not like Soap does, but his presence is constant, and he hopes you can feel him. 

He’s holding your hand, nearly a week after the ‘ventilator scare’, as Soap dubbed it, when something changes. At first, he can’t figure it out, but as he scans your body he notices your eyelids are fluttering. 

He watches with bated breath as your eyes flutter open. 

“Y/N?” He whispers hoarsely, watching you squint. 

“Y/N.” He says sharply as he watches your hand come up to your face, tangling the wires. For a brief second he panics, thinking you are going to rip them out. 

“Y/N.” He says again. This time, your head turns towards him. His stomach drops as your face somehow pales even more and you start gagging. He presses the call button before carefully helping you sit up, rubbing your back as you dry-heave. 

“Sorry, I'm sorry, I’m sorry.” He whispers. His eyes flick to a glass of water that Soap had left for him and he grabs it, still supporting you with his other hand. He guides it to your lips, tipping it slowly into your mouth so you don’t choke. 

Satisfied, he slowly eases you back down, brushing your hair out of your sweaty face. 

“Simon?" Your voice is hoarse and weak and barely audible but it’s your voice. Ghost could almost cry. 

“Bloody hell Y/N. You scared me.” He murmurs hoarsely. His hands shake as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. 

“You got shot, and then, like a bloddy fuckin’ idiot, you had me cauterize it and went into shock.“You lost almost a liter of blood, and flatlined twice while they repaired your hip.” He carefully grabs your hand, minding the wires. 

“Wha’ hap…” Your voice trails off, and it scares him just a little.

“Oh.” Your response is so low he almost doesn’t catch it. But he does, and it makes him smile slightly. God how he missed you.

“Yeah, oh.” He says softly, the elation at seeing you awake quickly being replaced by guilt. He squeezes your hand, subconsciously seeking comfort. 

"How do you feel?" He brings his hand to your face, brushing your hair out of your eyes again, running his thumb under your eye. 

The nurse finally comes in, but it is too late, you have already fallen back asleep. She checks your vitals and makes a note in your chart before exiting the room, leaving Ghost alone with your limp form. There is fear in his heart that you won’t wake up again, the only reassurance he gets is from watching the steady rise and fall of your chest, a silent but clear sign that you are still alive. 

“T’red.” You mumble. He smiles sadly, watching as you struggle to focus on the hand on your cheek.

“I bet. Go to sleep so that you can heal and I can yell at you for being stupid without feeling guilty.” He murmurs softly, hand trembling on your cheek.

[fantasyandshit]

The true monsters

Type:Oneshot

Pairing: Dean and Sam Winchester x sister reader

Summary: The winchesters have hunted monsters practically their whole lives but when the youngest is taken, they find out who the true monsters are.

(I know I suck at summaries)

*****I usually don’t include warnings mainly because I forget but this is graphic guys so please be careful and don’t read if uncomfortable, this includes themes of violence, force feeding, kidnapping, torture, etc.*****

“I’m going for food.” I catch the keys Dean throws at me- my motorcycle of course. I’d never get to drive baby, especially not alone.

Sighing I leave the motel room and head to the 24/7 diner down the road, it’s late, about 1:30 am so no one’s really out except the people at the bar next door as I walk into the brightly lit Diner. “And what’s a beautiful lady like you doing out here alone?” I turn to see a very clearly drunk old man. I choose to ignore him as I turn back to the counter and wait for my food.

Finally after sitting awkwardly with the man staring from across the room I get the food and leave, failing to notice the man that steps from the shadows of the alley behind me. As I pull my phone from my pocket to text my brothers a cloth is shoved over my mouth and nose and after struggling for a moment, all goes black.

———

*Deans Pov*

“Did Yn send you a weird text too?”

“Uhh no? What does it say?” Sam leans over my shoulder as I show him the text from our sister.

Rug rat 🐀

He- foo-

“Yeah that is weird, maybe it’s just a glitch in her phone or something? I’m sure everything’s fine.”

I hesitate a moment, “Yeah, yeah you’re right.” Somehow even as I say it, I can’t shake the unease that settles in my gut.

———

*Yns pov*

I wake up in a dark, musty room, I’m laying on a table with my arms, legs, chest, hips, and head held down by thick leather straps and a cloth gag sits in my mouth. My eyes move frantically as the fog slowly leaves my head. “Good, you’re awake.” A figure from the corner moves forward before I feel a cool touch run down my torso, that’s when I notice I’m completely bare. My eyes frantically search the man’s face, recognizing the drunk from earlier. “Don’t panic darling, everything is gonna be just fine.”

A muffled scream leaves my lips as his fist connects with my kidney twice before he steps away. As the man leaves I take in the room, in the far wall there looks to be a table, bottles and needs lined across it varying in size and color, I try and fail to struggle in my restraints as the cold metal of the table bites into my skin. “Now now love, no need to struggle.” Another man steps into the room, followed by the drunk from earlier. “I should explain, see me and my boy here we needed a new test subject, and when we saw a pretty lady like you all by herself, well we just couldn’t resist.”

I try to process what he means but my brain is still slow, that’s when I feel it- a prick in my neck before fire burns through my veins, spreading rapidly. I thrash and writhe, muffled screams and sobs leave my lips as tears and drool cover the gag, slipping down my chin.

———

*Deans Pov*

“Ok, something definitely isn’t right, it’s been two hours and Yn isn’t home.”

“You’re right. We’ll go to the authorities later, this doesn’t seem like an us case. We can drive around and look for her though.” Sam seems too calm in this situation, although that’s always how he’s been while me and Yn were always hot headed.

Me and Sam decide to drive over to the diner, “Sammy.” My voice is weak as I call my brother over.

“Oh god.” A shaky breathe leaves him as we see our sisters motorcycle on the side of the road, her keys, wallet, and phone on the pavement beside it.

———

*Yns pov*

I don’t know how long has passed at this point, three hours, three days, I don’t know anymore. My body is numb from all the injections of who knows what and the beatings I’ve taken, there’s currently a tube down my throat held in place by a block to keep my mouth open as food is forced into my stomach because I wouldn’t eat, an IV runs more drugs into my bloody, bruised body. Everything hurts as I lay on the metal table, rats squeaking in the corner.

“We found her!” The door is busted open and people rush to me, “hey, hey we’ve got you.” It’s a man, he has a vest with the letters FBI on him, a hun in his belt as he gets me from the restraints. “This may hurt a bit ok?” He grabs the tube currently in my throat and pulls, causing a spluttering choke to leave my forcefully parted lips before the block is removed after the tube. next to go is the IV before I’m carefully picked up and rushed outside into an ambulance. That’s when it all goes black.

———

My eyes blink open as i feel rough sheets beneath me, panic surges through me as i feel something in my mouth and needles in my skin. I start ripping at whatever my weak body can, not understanding where I am. “Hey, hey. Yn you’re ok, you’re ok. You’re safe, you’re in a hospital and you’re safe. The tube is to help you breathe, the IVs are helping keep you stable. I need you to calm down for me.”

A strangled cry leaves me as I take in my oldest brother, care and concern in his eyes as he looks at me. Nurses and doctors flood the room and shortly after the tube down my throat is replaced by something in my nose. “Dean?” My voice is horse from lack of use.

“Yeah baby, yeah it’s me. I’m here. Sammy uh- Sammy went to go get some food and coffee, he should be back soon.”

“How long?”

“Look kid I-“

“How. Long?”

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, “two weeks, you were out while here for another week after that. God I’ve been worried sick kid, that doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Surprise hits me, two weeks, those freaks had me for two weeks. I squeeze the hand that holds mine as I look to Dean with teary eyes. “You’ll make it through this. You’re strong. I’ll be here every step of the way. I love you sis.”

“I love you to De.” With that I nod off into a peaceful sleep, my brothers hand being used as a pillow.

—————

I know it kind of sucks but here you go. I hope you enjoyed!

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Please give me more of the Míriel comes out of the halls, the moment Finwë dies. I’m on my knees begging you!

Have a delightful day.

i imagine that the moment Miriel comes out of the halls, she's simultaniously murderous, but also over whelmed, bc what tf is she supposed to do?

she's like the deadbeat mom (though she was dead so-)

i imagine she'd do 1 of two things

not mention her return to anyone and just... disappear into the background

in this scenario i imagine she makes her way to middle earth ( personally hc that Miriel doens't really like valinor at all). maybe she sneaks into fingolfin's host? i don't think he'd know all the elves that joined him soo.....

or maybe she's mor sensible and, because she's technically not been identified as a noldo (bc she wasn't there during the first massacre and she has silver hair, which is a more teleri like trait and no one suspects MIRIEL THERINDE to be out of the hall)

i don't think she reaches feanaro before he sails away with his host bc i imagine she takes a moment to get her barrings and figure out what she's going to do and then hear's about the massacre, and by the time she arrives she's too late.

like i said before, Miriel doesn't strike me as the kind of elf that's all that bothered by the incident, not because she's heartless but bc she's a cuivienen elf and bc she will always prioritize her family over anyone else.

2. the other thing i can see happening is her (begrudgingly) staying in valinor in order to take controll there. sure, it might not be the nicest move but she's the MOTHERFUCKING QUEEN OF THE NOLDO

YOU REALLY THINK FINWE BECAME KING ON HIS OWN AND SHE'S JUST THE WIFE?!? NO MA'AM.

if anyone has a claim on that throne it's her, thank you.

she's about to make her re-embodiment everyone's problem. (you can see where feanaro get's it from)

now, her taking over the remaining noldo does make things more difficult bc, again, feanaro does not have the best rep atm. but god damnit, no way she's loosing against the third son and fifth child that had no interest in leading.

plus, i refuse to believe that she didn't have her own supporters when she was still alive that stayed in valinor bc they're only gonna respect miriel therinde, or someone who also survived life at the lack, fuck you. they're not following some greenhorn warrior that's to big for his britches to their completely avoidable death, thank you. (sorry feanaro, but you were not made for middle earth. he's a lowkey rich kid that thought he could make it on his own (tbf, most valinor born noldo thought that, hence why they fucked up so many times))

of course in this scenarios, the moment Miriel catches wind of shit going tits up in Berilian, she mobelizes her army (bc Morgoth is out there, fuckers, and you're an idiot if you think that bitch isn't gonna go after valinor the moment he's got ME) and heads to Beriliand. she's got a score to settle with that MotherFucker.

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𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐡 [9]

[an ATEEZ social media au]

🍓 Characters/Pairing: San x reader, Wooyoung x reader + more in the future

🍩 Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive

🍰 AU info: social media au, university!au, named reader

💌 Word Count: 1695

⚠️ Warnings: ❌

A/N: the next chapter is gonna be a Halloween special and it’s gonna be uploaded on October 31! 🎃

also have a spoiler: a huge wave of angst is coming up in the next few chapters 👀 and it’s progressively getting worse

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Mingi was playing videogames with his friends, smiling contentedly when he saw the text “Player 1 wins”. He tossed the controller on the sofa, then got up and started jumping happily.

“I won! I won, do you hear that?” the birthday boy was beyond excited that this was happening exactly today, on his special day.

“Yes, we can see,” Wooyoung sighed with annoyance. He hated losing and was always super competitive, just like the rest of his friends.

“It’s just your birthday, so we’re going easy on you. Don’t get too cocky,” Hongjoong scoffed jokingly.

Mingi continued humming and jumping around, letting everybody know he was in a good mood.

A few hours later it was already time for the guys the go out to a restaurant and after that, they would visit their favorite bar which Hongjoong has saved them a table at.

When they arrived at the restaurant they took their jackets off and each one of them took a seat on the nicely decorated table: there was a vase with flowers, some scented candles which were adding a sentimental feeling to the gathering, and the tablecloth with floral ornaments was perfectly positioned. Mingi was smiling the whole time and even though his friends acted as if his good mood was making them sick, they were secretly happy that their friend was having fun. Mingi ordered some pasta and, of course, wine, while talking to the other guys about anything he could think of. All of them listened to him attentively and shared their own opinions on the topics as well.

A few more hours have passed and it was time to go, so Mingi paid the bill, frowning for the first time today, because of the amount of money he had to pay, but overall he was still really happy and he had a great time. 

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 Half an hour later, they were already in the bar, sipping drinks and dancing, as if there was no tomorrow. Later they decided to split up and find their own ways to have fun, as only San and Mingi stuck together and ordered more drinks, while Wooyoung went flirting with some girls, and Hongjoong met an old friend from high school so he went to greet him.

“Can you please look after my phone, I’m coming back in a few minutes,” Mingi excused himself as San nodded.

Not long after that Mingi’s phone started ringing. San took a quick look at the caller’s ID, but his friend was nowhere to be seen, so he was left with the strong desire to pick up the phone and talk to his crush. He was tapping his fingers nervously against the table, wondering what to do; but then he remembered the phone wouldn’t be ringing forever so before he changed his mind, he grabbed the phone and went outside of the bar, answering the call. He felt chill run down his spine because of the cold weather outside, but that wasn’t the only reason; the adrenaline of his own actions was starting to catch up with him too. He felt that crush rush and he suddenly didn’t know what to do. He heard the voice coming from the other line and he silently panicked.

“Mingi?” Ara’s voice was soft and questioning since her friend picked up the phone but he still wasn’t saying anything.

San took a deep breath and he held his friend’s phone closer to his ear.

“Hello, Ara,” he said, his voice sounding a lot huskier than he intended.

“Sorry, who’s that?”

“I’m San, the guy you’ve been texting lately,” he explained, chuckling unintentionally.

He was incredibly nervous and his heart was beating so fast that for a second he thought it was going to burst and scatter in small pieces around the whole bar entrance.

“Oh, hi, San!” Ara exclaimed, sounding happy, which gave San a little hope that maybe she felt the same way about him.

“Mingi couldn’t pick up right now, but I wanted to say hi to you,” San tried to find an excuse for his decision to answer the call instead of his friend.

But the truth was that his desire to finally hear his crush’s voice made him do it. The whole time he kept thinking about how angelic her voice sounded; it was even better than he imagined it to be. Everything about Ara made him go weak in the knees and he found himself unable to hide the great excitement she brought to his heart.

“That’s cool. But I need to wish him a happy birthday so please tell him I called when you see him,” she reminded him and San nodded, but he remembered Ara couldn’t see him because they were talking on the phone.

“I will,” he assured her and started thinking about what he should say next.

He didn’t want to hang up yet; if it was possible, he would have wanted to stay on the line with her for the rest of his life, or at least for the rest of the night. But unfortunately he couldn’t avoid the awkward silence that found its place between them, separating them like a thick wall, even worse than the distance that kept them apart.

“Ah, I just remembered something,” Ara said, making San stop overthinking everything.

“What is it?” He asked curiously. He was thankful she broke the silence and he no longer had to think of a way to do so.

“I know there are more than 2 months left until then, but the last day of October there’s going to be a Halloween party in a LA nightclub and I wanted to invite Mingi, but since you answered the phone, I’m telling it to you.”

San’s heart dropped when he heard the invitation was for Mingi only, but he tried to play it cool.

“Great, I’ll let him know,” he forced a smile, trying to also hide the disappointment in his voice.

“Actually,” Ara seemed to be thinking about something, because she stayed silent for a couple of seconds, before finishing her sentence. “You could come too. With the rest of your friends, I mean,” she hoped the fact she was blushing wouldn’t be evident in her voice, but it was her nervous chuckle that exposed her.

San was truly happy to hear her sounding shy and couldn’t help but think it was because of him. But at the same time he felt stupid for even having thoughts like that.

“I’m in South Korea right now, though.”

He realized his words sounded as if he was making an excuse; he didn’t want her to misunderstand and think he didn’t actually want to visit her, especially since he was beyond delighted that her invitation now included him, so he was quick to add another sentence to correct himself.

“But I would really like to go there!” he said excitedly, but immediately after he cleared his voice awkwardly since he realized he sounded way too enthusiastic to meet her. He just couldn’t stop overthinking everything but at the same time he kept saying the first thing that was on his mind, making this phone conversation a mess. “For the party, I mean, you know… I like parties, yeah.”

Ara couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.

“I know, because they serve alcohol at parties which is just your thing, right?” Ara giggled, teasing San for his strange relationship with alcohol.

“You’re making me sound like some type of an alcoholic,” San’s voice trailed off since he was very unhappy with Ara’s opinion of him.

“Well, aren’t you?” Ara raised her eyebrows, even though he couldn’t see her, as she was laughing by herself.

“It’s not that bad, I promise.”

“I guess we’ll see how it is on Halloween. By the way, you’re lucky I’ve just checked the flights before calling. See, the prices are significantly lower than the regular ones since there’s still a lot of time until October,” Ara explained excitedly. “If you buy the tickets now, it’s not that expensive.”

“Wow, you’re very well informed. You must really want to meet me, huh?” San couldn’t help but feel the smirk appearing on his lips.

“I guess you exposed me,” Ara burst out laughing and San followed her example.

He was so thankful that he could just talk to her like that, hearing her voice and laughing with her. It’s what his heart has longed for ever since he first met her and now his dream was finally coming true.

“What about the hotel? Where would we be staying?”

Ara seemed to think for a little while, but soon answered this question too.

“I still haven’t checked that, but I’m sure my friend Seonghwa could come up with something.”

“Seonghwa? Is he a guy? Who is he?” Before he could stop himself, San was already acting jealous and he felt guilty as soon as the words left his mouth.

He suddenly remembered Mingi’s words that Ara didn’t really have a lot of guy friends. But he was wondering who Seonghwa was and what his relationship with Ara was. Even though he realized he wasn’t her boyfriend and didn’t have the right to feel like that, he was too curious (and maybe a little more than slightly jealous).

“He’s my professor.”

“You’re friends with your professor?” San asked with disbelief.

“Yeah, he’s young and super cool, you’re definitely gonna like him.”

“I somehow doubt that, but if you say so…” San bit his lip before he could ask another ridiculous question which would make him look even more like the possessive, overly-protective boyfriend he wasn’t and he didn’t ever want to be.

He genuinely believed love was all about freedom and trust. He has never been the controlling type, but Ara made him feel so many new emotions he hasn’t ever felt before that, so he was understandably overwhelmed and started to act less and less like himself, which resulted in him feeling frustrated. Apparently the crush rush wasn’t only a good thing; it was just as dangerous and potentially problematic as well and San had to find that out the difficult way.

╔═══════════ SUMMARY ═══════════╗

San was often told that he was everything a girl wanted to date: handsome, funny and smart. That was until they got to know him better. Then he was told he was too much, too overwhelming, had too many emotions and was too chaotic. Thus his experience with dating was not as good as one would have thought. The problem: he has the biggest crush on a girl he met whilst studying abroad. But every time he messages his crush, he seems to mess things up further and further. With the help of his hyperactive friends he tries to win Ara's heart but before that, he has to convince her he doesn't actually hate her.

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Neighborhood Academy AU Part 2

Part 1  Part 3 (Final)

Trigger warnings: Angst, depressing thoughts, and brief mentions of suicide, unreality.

Another day, another sprint to Homeroom, neck and neck with Eddie carrying Frank over his shoulder like a kidnapped damsel this time, Frank seemed to be getting some last minute studying done.

Oh shoot! Was there a test today? You hoped it wasn’t Marketing, it could get tricky in places when math was actually involved.

“Mornin’ Frank! Mornin’ Eddie!” You greeted politely despite your jagged breaths in keeping up with the absolute powerhouse that was Track Captain, Eddie Dear.

“Morning, (Y/N)!” They replied in unison.

“Congratulations by the way.” Frank mentioned in his usual quite frankly tone.

“For what?” You breathed in confusion. Why the heck was your Homeroom so far from the front of the school anyway? Sure it's a nice way to stay in shape but it's still nerve wracking when you know there’s a high chance that you’ll be late!

“You got Rizzo in that Grease musical, and Wally got Danny so don’t worry, Sally made sure he wasn’t your exact opposite, but it's still oddly fitting.” Frank replied dryly, but well meaning.

“Did Julie get Sandy? I’m gonna feel really bad when I get into character with her.” You asked, explaining your hesitation.

“Yep, she sure did!” Eddie piped up cheerfully. “Seemed pretty excited about it to me!”

“Well, so long as she’s okay with it, that’s all I can hope for.” You mused loud enough for both of them.

Then you suddenly tripped as you simultaneously remembered why Wally would be happy with the roles anyway. That oddly specific old flame tension between Rizzo and Danny was palpable when played right. He would probably look forward to it. But then you really thought about it and…No, he’d look really forward to it if you got Cha-cha instead.

Despite tripping, you stumble instead, quickly regaining enough balance to continue on running. Somehow you saw two different scenarios for an aftermath that didn’t just happen.

One where you definitely fell, hard enough for the skin to come off your knees but not enough to bleed, didn’t hurt any less, but Eddie, bless him and Frank’s awesome friendship with you, didn’t leave you behind as the potential mailman scooped you up and carried you over his other shoulder to Homeroom. You thanked them graciously despite the pain and assured them that you were fine otherwise. You had a small first aid kit in your bag for such emergencies anyway, especially since the school was so darn big that it was a wonder that there weren’t more nurses offices in it.

The other scenario that popped in your head really made you wonder…Wally popped out of nowhere and caught you from your initial fall, slinging you over his shoulder to mimic Eddie with his significant other, and the irony was certainly not lost on you as you protested with kicking and screaming before giving up since you really needed to catch your breath anyway.

Both of those scenarios felt vividly real, visceral even. But neither happened, Wally was nowhere to be seen until you got closer to Homeroom where he was surrounded by fangirls and fanboys again. Still couldn’t actually see him technically but that crowd wouldn’t be there for anyone else, not even you thankfully. Though it was another piece of kindling to your ongoing argument with Wally about how there was no way you were as pretty as he claims you are.

Regardless, the fans crowding around the door to Homeroom was always such a nuisance. You only had one plan to get them out of the way, and honestly it wasn’t a very good one.

“HOMEROOM’S STARTING! NOW SCATTER!” You screeched over the crowd and it worked…slightly against you as now you were swimming upstream against the bunches of students who had to run back the way you came to get to their respective Homerooms.

Eddie barreled through them just fine, but you had to make yourself smaller and brace yourself so as not to get trampled. It got to the point that you ended up standing still and wasted precious time getting to Homeroom, but there were too many students, you couldn’t move…

Until someone grabbed your wrist and led you through the door. When did you close your eyes? You opened them to find that Wally was the one to drag you through the threshold and safety of Homeroom.

His gaze was intense again, but this time you were looking directly at it and it felt ten times worse than having it directed at the back of your head. He was livid. 

But so weren’t you at him for a multitude of reasons, most of which haven’t even happened yet, (and some you weren’t entirely sure if they had happened at some point or not). So you stood your ground while you waited for him to say something.

“What were you thinking, neighbor? You could have been trampled.” Wally’s monotone betrayed what he was really feeling, since he sounded oddly calm.

“I was gonna be late, and so weren’t they, risky as it was, there was a benefit for everyone. Besides, raining on your pretty boy parade is still fun.” You tell him snarkily, mostly gaining confidence on that last sentence. 

His stare softened ever so slightly, knowing him it was most likely from the backhanded compliment.

“You still think I’m pretty after all this time?” Wally asked curiously, clearly flattered as his smirk grew again.

“I may be shorter than you but I’m not blind…You’re still way prettier than me anyway.”  That last sentence was said bitterly, as once again you couldn’t help but make it sting for him a little, though that tended to backfire as the pinprick of tears made their traitorous little ways to the edges of your eyes again, trying to avoid him seeing it by walking past him and over to your seat.

Unfortunately for you he was as observant as ever, and grabbed your wrist as you passed. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of turning your head to look at him. Some deep internal instinct screamed at you to never look into his eyes for too long, as he could hypnotize you at any time.You don’t know where that came from, but after that weird vision of two scenarios after you stumbled, something wasn’t adding up about this year. Lots of little things that you barely noticed until now, but you knew it wasn’t safe to even dwell on them, so you refocused your mind on how you never saw yourself as ever being pretty, as physically showcased by the fact that you decided to wear shorts today, keeping the suspenders since they were nice and classy.

“How can I get it through your head that you really are beautiful, (Y/N)?” Wally asked with a hint of desperation in his voice, silently apologizing for making you cry again but not being able to voice it properly.

You couldn’t help but chuckle darkly as one of those alternate visions gave you a sneaky idea that he didn’t have to go through with… but it would be funny if he did.

“You could carry me to Homeroom like what Eddie does for Frank, but that’s not very neighborly of me to ask and it would really rain on the timing of your pretty boy parade. Otherwise, there just isn’t a way for you to get it through my head since it’s my demon to bear.” You only turned your head a little bit to him so he could hear you, but you still didn’t face him. At the last sentence you snap your wrist out of his hand and head to your seat.

Class was starting, and Wally was out of time to reply to anything you just said.

Mentally you were cursing yourself for one particular wording choice that you had no idea where that even came from. ‘Not very neighborly of you’…You supposed it was another reference to his cutesy nickname for you since his desk was next to yours…but it felt deeper than that when you said it. As if you were spitting the words in his  face without actually spitting, or putting enough venom into it. Too dangerous to do that. You couldn’t put your finger on why that was though…probably for the best.

He was staring at you the entire day of classes. Not that you looked at him directly even once, but it was hard to ignore completely when he’s in your peripheral vision.

You ate lunch on the school roof today, alone you thought. However Barnaby came up to join you. Not surprising, even after a few months you could tell that Wally and Barnaby were absolutely best friends, but in that super comfortable with each other kind of way where they were definitely just friends and not something more like Eddie and Frank. The best analogy you could think of was Mickey Mouse and Goofy.

Regardless, Barnaby was sweet enough to ask to join you first, and though you already had the sneaking suspicion he was here on Wally’s behalf, you did also leave your other friends high and dry too, so he was here for all their sakes too. You couldn’t deny him for checking on you. He even let you lean on him.

“Ya wanna talk about it?” He asked, not beating around the bush, which you inwardly appreciated.

“Depends…what is it exactly that I should talk about?” You ask back, not willing to give in just yet.

“Anything and everything really. Ya look like ya wanna vent but it can only be with specific people, otherwise ya might explode.” Barnaby offered lazily.

“You sure you wanna hear it even if a good chunk of it is about a certain pompadour wearing cactus?” Grateful as you are at being allowed to vent, you couldn’t help but warn him anyway.

“Cactus?” Barnaby questioned in confusion.

“It’s a play on words in this case. Wally’s smile is cat-like, and what are cacti? They’re prickly.” You explain a little, not going further than that and hoping he would get the other half of the joke.

“Oh, so you’re also calling him…?” Barnaby trailed off on purpose.

“Yep.” You answer simply. “Sorry if it seems a bit harsh to call him that, but that’s why I picked a cactus specifically to make it sound more polite.” Surprisingly Barnaby guffawed.

“No, you’re good, it’s really clever!” He chuckled a bit more before getting back on topic. “But anyway, I’m all ears even if it is about him in a negative way, and I cross my heart none of it will go to him.”

“Thanks Barnaby.” You tell him gratefully.

So you rant, leaving out the weird visions from this morning or any other time from little things where you saw an alternate scenario as if it were a highly invasive memory. Even now you saw a version of yourself… jumping off the roof just to get away from…your pompadour wearing cactus. You vehemently ignored it. It wasn’t your reality after all so it wasn’t really your problem. Not now, not yet, and hopefully not ever.

In any case you explain to Barnaby that Wally’s just been insufferable lately even though it's really because of your deeply ingrained insecurity of how you don’t see yourself as pretty even though you have enough sense to know when certain clothes look good on you anyway. You chalk it up to not being complimented very often throughout your life, and Wally’s attempts, especially the elaborate ones (that he had to knock off after a certain point once it got to the principal's ears) just seemed like elaborate but harmless cat-calling.

Barnaby chuckled at the second cat related pun directed at Wally.

“I can assure you he’s not.” He assured you genuinely.

“Thanks, but that brings me to my other fear…but first I have to ask if he really wasn’t into Julie before I came along?” You asked, hesitating because the bigger question was going to sound bad no matter how you worded it.

“Pretty sure he never was, I can see why it would be hard to tell though. We all live in the same area and we all love him dearly as if we were all just family. And sure, he may be highly praised for his good looks by all the fans of the school, but out of every single one of them even after a year, he picked you.” Barnaby explained slowly and succinctly to get his point across. You were all Sophomores so his vague description of the timing made sense.

Doubt bubbled up and through your vocal chords however.

“It could literally have been anyone. I just happened to be a transfer student. A transfer student that ended up in an assigned seat near the rest of our friends.”

Barnaby hesitated, if only because he wasn’t there just yet on that first day of school when you and Wally first encountered each other, he had to hear that from the others.

“Never mind that I know I ticked him off that first day of school twice, and one of those times was when Julie dragged me out of Homeroom to show me where Sally was holding the auditions.” You continued as an afterthought to paint a clearer picture for him. “I’m still surprised he even remotely likes me after that first day, like, I accidentally stopped everyone from fawning over him dead in their tracks at my mere presence, I felt him boring holes into the back of my head after that….I dunno Barns…If he’s really serious about me, I just don’t want to be a tally on a scorecard, ya know? That’s what I’m really afraid of.” You finally admitted to him and to yourself.

Of course that was the base of it anyway, if you were going to be in a relationship, you’d rather it be a lasting one. But you would have to put some effort into it too. As it was, your heart just wasn’t interested in a relationship right now, and if he went as far as to ask for your hand in marriage after graduating and you said yes…it would only be for the tax benefits, and that’s not being honest to him or yourself. That’s no good.

Suddenly you looked up and saw another variation of yourself getting ready to jump off a different part of the roof, definitely a different variation because this one was wearing pants, but you could still tell it was supposed to be you because that was what the back of your head looked like.

Even more suddenly, Wally burst out of the doors to the roof desperately calling out your name…and heading for that alternate version of you.

You only knew Wally wasn’t part of that same vision (this time) because Barnaby reacted to him, and the vibration of the doors opening was so harsh you could easily feel it against your back.

Wally’s desperate screams of your name chilled you to the bone. Of course you got up quickly and screamed his name in turn to get him to stop, to turn around and realize that he was chasing a vision that was only an illusion.

Barnaby followed in calling his name too and running after Wally, but you were faster. Running to Homeroom every morning paid off for something after all. Regardless you had to tackle Wally to get him to stop, he didn’t fall from it, he is taller than you and apparently had enough upper body strength to brush off even physically acknowledging you, so you had to sidestep around him to his front and grab his face, and for safety measures turn him around with his face in your hands so he wouldn’t look at that alternate version of you anymore.

“Barnaby, please stay up close behind me, he’s seeing things that are and aren’t there, we need to limit his view!” You pleaded to the big blue dog behind you.

Directing your attention back to Wally who was still screaming your name and somehow not comprehending you were right in front of him, pleading for you to stay, you had no choice but to do something extremely risky. You reached an arm to cover his eyes.

“Wally? I’m right here, pretty boy! I’m not going anywhere!” You announce loudly but calmly, hoping your voice breaks through his panicking fog with your nickname for him alone.

“(Y/N)?” He whimpered. Oh thank whatever higher being there was out there, he was regaining his senses.

“That’s my name, don’t you dare wear it out. I’m gonna move my arm now okay?” You reply lightheartedly, making sure to warn him of your movements.

“Okay.” Wally said nervously. So you remove your arm and return its position by cupping his other cheek.

His eyes were wide, and his pupils were shaking, not a good sign but you could still work him through this. You walked him through some breathing exercises to help calm him down from his panic attack, and when he finally calmed down enough (that his pupils weren’t going ballistic) he asked if he could hug you.

Of course you allowed it, as you wrapped your arms around his middle to give him more security. Barnaby hugged you both from behind you for extra security. Wally pleads for you to not leave him, he sounded so pitiful, but you couldn’t promise anything.

Surprisingly, over Wally’s shoulder, you could still see that alternate version of you standing on the edge, wanting to jump.

“Hey, (Y/N).” You call out to them. With…great effort, they turn to you, and their face is flickering through different people’s faces, and you realize that they are merely a representative of you, a possibility of you as it were. “I wish you happiness.”

The collective of flickering faces actually smile, and they bow to you before dissipating in the wind.

“I wish all of you happiness, wherever you can find it.” You say to the wind in hopes that it’ll carry to any other alternative versions of you that couldn’t handle the burden of the bigger school that is Life. 

Everyone on the planet is here for a reason, unfortunately it takes too long to even figure out that reason most of the time. It might even be to just exist for the sake of existing to help raise the planet’s vibration.

Ultimately, the meaning of Life is 42, as in, whatever you want it to be. The choice is yours through good times and bad. May you find your happiness soon, dear neighbor.

“C’mon, Wally, Lunch is just about over, let’s go ask Ms. Poppy if we can bake apple pies today.” You suggest lightly, slowly easing yourself out of Wally’s embrace at least.

“Ha ha ha. Okay, neighbor. But I still don’t see how there are apples in them.” Wally replies with his usual monotonous chuckle. You and Barnaby join him in that as the three of you pack up your belongings and head back downstairs to deal with the remainder of the school day.

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Let Me Go || Part 4

Pairing: Hangman x f!reader, Rooster x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Reader is married to and shares a child with Hangman. Life and circumstances drives reader into Rooster’s arms, but Hangman isn’t giving up that easily. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Author’s Note: I am so overwhelmed and filled with so much joy from the amount of love you all are giving this series. I never thought anyone other than me would care about a story with a plot like this, so I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I originally planned on ending this story after 5 parts but the more I write the more details I feel like need to be hashed out, and while I am not sure how many parts this will end up being, it will probably not be 5. I’m sure a good amount of you did not see the message I sent out earlier tonight about Part 4. I do apologize for it coming out a little late, I had a very busy day and a little writer’s block but we pushed through. So thank you all for your patience, I know you are all still on the edge of your seats about the ending of Part 2, and I promise the next part will finally continue that plot line. This chapter is very Rooster heavy, and I hope it provides you all more context on the dynamics that the reader has with both Rooster and Hangman. To my Hangman stans, I promise he’s back next chapter. Thanks to my editor ( @jhelly-bean ) for catching my grammar mistakes and letting me write on the desk in your room. I fortunately do not have to go to work this weekend so hopefully I can write and publish a good amount these next two days. Now back to the story.

Rooster Playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4tS2I0YnKUSrBOMSUCqLgh?si=6a1898d0be474904

Hangman Playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2z4lAcBPvbCx19NWni8DVS?si=f7da4ba91773424e

Italics is the past

“That feels so good, Roos!” You scream in pleasure.

“Please don’t stop.” You plead as you struggle to hold in a moan.

Bradley lets out a chuckle as he continues to give you what you wanted.

“Oh! My! God! Right there!” You shout as Bradley hits a spot that makes your toes curl.

You hear a large laugh come out of Bradley as he moves away from the spot he was previously occupying. You frown to yourself as you look at him.

“Hey! Why’d you stop?” You ask with a pout.

“Because you’re screaming (y/n), the neighbors are gonna get the wrong idea.” Rooster replies with an amused smile.

“And it seemed like you’re enjoying yourself a little too much there, Darlin’.”

You glare at Bradley as you snatch the massage gun from his hands to use on yourself. You sigh as you feel the rhythmic beating of the tool on your shoulders.

“Please remind me to buy myself one of these.” Closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of the knots on your back being loosened.

“Orrrrr, I can always do it manually, and for free?” Rooster suggests teasingly as he sat next to you on the couch.

“You know how good I am with my hands.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Actually I do not.”

“You can always find out.” Bradley smirks as he brings his face inches from yours.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you sit in intense silence staring at one another, you notice Rooster’s eyes look down at your lips and back to your eyes. You bite your lip as you watch his eyes darken. You know he wants you to make the move to close the gap, and you were fighting your entire being to not do so.

“Brad-.” You begin to sigh.

He moves his head back, ending the moment.

“I know (y/n).” He says with a sad smile.  

“This whole thing with Jake has been weird, but he’s still my husband…” You explain dejectedly.

“And if anything were to happen with us, I don’t want it to start in infidelity.” You add quietly.

Rooster nods sadly, he understands. Of course he does. Because Bradley is the most selfless man you know. The kind of man who willingly let himself get shot out of the sky to save his godfather. Who spends his days off singing karaoke and baking cookies with your daughter. And the kind of man who would wait for you, even if you couldn’t guarantee that you could ever be together.

After the accidental bombshell that your daughter dropped on you, you were finding it difficult to know how to talk or act around Bradley.

It’s gotten to the point where you were actively avoiding him. Avoiding places you know he could be, screening his calls, having your secretary tell him you were in an important meeting whenever he dropped by your office.

You hated staying away from Bradley, and Astrid was already missing her Uncle Rooster.

“Where’s Uncle Roo Roo Mommy?.” Your daughter asked.

“Oh, um, he’s just busy, baby.” You told Astrid hoping she didn’t notice your white lie.

“But he usually comes over on Fridays for movie nights.” Astrid furrowed her little brows.

“Sweetheart..” You sighed.

“It’s unfair of us to always ask Uncle Roo Roo to come over. What if he wants to have his own time? You know one day he’ll get married and have his own family and his own little one?” You surprisingly felt uncomfortable tugs at your heart as you explained to the three year old.

“When Uncle Roo Roo has his own baby, will I not be his Little Chick anymore?” Astrid asked as tears threatened to spill out of her eyes.

“Oh no no baby, I’m sorry.” Guilt now washing over you, as you realized that you projected your own fears onto your daughter.

“That’s not what Mommy meant, I just meant Uncle Roo Roo has been busy but I’m sure he misses you and will want to hang out with you soon.” You told her with a big smile, hoping it’ll ease her worries.

“Are you sure, Mommy?”

“Of course baby, you’re his one and only Little Chick.” You tell her as she smiled widely and went back to playing with her toys.

You hated lying to your daughter. You’ve always known that Bradley will eventually meet the right girl, fall in love, and have the perfect family and life that he deserved. But what you did not know is why that thought left your stomach in knots.

After Astrid finally settled down and went to bed, you were free to relax and enjoy the start of your weekend. You tried to read your new romance novel but felt yourself getting annoyed at the characters’ happiness knowing that your own love life was in turmoil.

On one hand, the last time your husband was home was on Christmas and it is now nearing June. It was getting harder and harder to push the feelings of anxiety and anger to the back burner. It was also getting harder to ignore the ache between your legs that begged for Jake’s touch.

On the other hand, the fact that your daughter had to point out that your best friend might possibly have feelings for you made your heart and mind run at a million miles per hour.

You knew that there was no way you were going to relax, so you just decided to attempt to fall asleep, praying that your thoughts would slow down enough to let you rest.

Except that it didn’t, you spent the next several hours, tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable. Your unrest was interrupted by a knock on your front door.

You turned to look at your bedside clock and read 2:32 displayed in big red script. Who could be visiting you this late?

You slowly made your way to the door, making sure to check on Astrid before you grabbed a baseball bat and crept down the stairs.

You began formulating a game plan in your head, in case this visitor had ill intentions. You had to hit them as hard as you could, hopefully debilitating them long enough for you to run up the stairs to grab Astrid and your car keys and sprint out the door into your car. After that you can drive to the nearest pol-

“(y/n), are you there? I can hear you thinking.” A familiar voice interrupted your thoughts from outside the front door.

You dropped the bat as you worked to open the front door.

“Bradley..” You greeted him as he appeared on your porch.

“Woah, my actual name, am I in trouble?” Bradley asked with a teasing grin.

His grin dropped when he saw that you did not find his attempt at a joke funny.

“It’s late, what are you doing here?” You asked him with a straight face, hoping he won’t notice your nervousness.

“I haven’t heard from you in over a week..” Bradley responded sadly,

“Can I come in?”

Your head was telling you to say no and shut the door in his face, hoping to avoid having to explain why you have been ghosting him. But a part of you knew that he deserved an explanation.

You moved to the side to allow the pilot to enter through the door.

You found yourself sitting across from your best friend at the small kitchen table. You both sat in silence as you waited for the other person to break the silence.

You were racking your brain trying to figure out what to say to him. You couldn’t just say “My 3 year old basically told me that you were in love with me, and I’ve been avoiding you so I don’t have to confront some very confusing feelings.”

You could lie and say that you lost your phone and have genuinely been busy the past week. But you knew that Bradley knew you well enough to see through any lie you offered him.

“Is Astrid asleep?” He asked you, finally ending your verbal stalemate.

“Yeah, she is.” You replied with a small smile.

“Oh, good. I missed her.” He admitted.

“I saw the most adorable pink bicycle the other day and just knew she would love it, it’s sitting in my apartment right now.”

He bought her a bicycle, because of course he did.

“Roos, you didn’t have to do that! Astrid doesn’t even know how to ride a bike!”

“Then I’ll teach her.” He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And I know you’re embarrassed to admit that you can’t ride a bike, so I guess I can teach you too.”  He sighed exaggeratedly.

You bursted out laughing “Shut up! I know how to ride a bike!” You exclaimed as you hit him playfully.

“There’s that smile.” He stared at you with so much adoration that it made your heart flip and you didn't know how you didn’t realize it before.

You looked away before your eyes could give away your thoughts.  

After a beat, you told him “You know, she missed you too, asked why you didn’t come over for movie night.”

“I was waiting for your call….” He admitted, catching your eyes. You didn’t know how to respond.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on (y/n)?” He asked you before you could come up with a response.

“I’ve just been busy, you know, work and everything. And my phone has been bro-”

“Bullshit.” Bradley cuts you off.

“You know better than to lie to me (y/n), I know all your tells.”

“I just..I…” You were struggling to find the right words.

“I can-“

“If you’re not comfortable telling me (y/n) then that’s fine. Just please don’t shut me out.” Bradley pleaded.

“You and Astrid have become a big part of my life, and I don’t want to lose either of you.”

Bradley’s sincerity made the brick that was forming in your stomach feel heavier.

“And whatever is on your mind, when you’re ready to share, just know I’m here. Always. No matter how much you ignore me, no matter how much you try to pretend nothing is wrong. I am here.”

You couldn’t take it anymore, not when he continued to very obviously hint at his feelings for you.

“Are you in love with me?” The words unexpectedly left your mouth.

Bradley stared at you in shock, before his features softened.

“What do you think?” He asked softly.

Finally getting the question out left your stomach lighter, but Bradley’s response made the weight transfer onto your chest. You could feel the tears stinging your eyes, threatening to come out.

“Bradley… I’m married. I have a kid. I have a family.” You choked out.

“I know that. And I tried so hard (y/n).”

“I’ve tried to not feel this way about you. But I couldn’t help it.”

“How about Rebecca?” You asked him about his current girlfriend.

“She broke up with me. Because she knew, she could never be you.” He admitted looking down on his hands.

You stared at him dumbfounded. “I can’t do this. We shouldn’t be talking about this.”  You said before standing up and leaving the room tears spilling down your face.

“(y/n) please talk to me.” Bradley followed you out of the kitchen into the living room.

“Bradley! Please! Stop it!” You said through your cries.

“This is why I didn’t say anything! You were never supposed to find out.” He replied, his eyes getting watery.

“How did this even happen Bradley?! I’m your friend, I am married to your teammate. I have never given you a reason to fall in love with me!” You were exasperated.

“You really have no idea your effect on people, do you (y/n)? You have no idea of the effect you have on me.” Bradley replied.

“It was nothing you said or anything you did. It’s just you (y/n). The way you explain the punchline after telling a joke and how you always just know what spice is missing from a food. Your passion for your job, your compassion towards others, and how much you sacrifice for Astrid.”

“And Astrid. I love her so much. She is spunky and smart and never afraid of being completely truly herself. And that just makes me love you more because you are the one who gave birth and raised this absolute bright light of a little girl that I would do anything for.” He confessed.

“And I cannot imagine my life without either of you.”

You felt so conflicted. Bradley’s admission left your stomach doing flips and made your heart feel so full. But it did not change the fact that you had a husband, and it was not Rooster.

“So you were just never going to say anything? I had to find out from my 3 year old daughter that you love me?!”

“How could I tell you (y/n)? If I did, would you have said it back?” He shot back.

“You know I can’t answer that..”

“Yes I know, and I don’t expect you to. It hurts (y/n), it really does.”

He paused for a second.

“But losing you and Little Chick will hurt more.”

“So I’m fine being Uncle Roo Roo, being your confidant and your best friend. That is enough for me, as long as you and Astrid are in my life.”

You hugged Bradley tightly, sobbing into his chest. He held you in his arms for a few moments.

“So best friends?” He asked you.

You nodded with a small smile, the tears finally stopping.

“Yes.”

Bradley gave you a smile, but you noticed the slight sadness that accompanied it.

“Mommy? Uncle Roo Roo?” You broke the embrace when you noticed a small voice originating from the top of the stairs.

“Hey Little Chick! Sorry for waking you up, your mommy and I were just having a talk.” He explained to the toddler.

“Was Mommy crying?” She asked, concern wrapped in her voice as she walked down the stairs to stand with you in the living room.

“Just a little bit sweetheart, I was just happy to see Uncle Roo Roo.” You smiled down at your daughter.

“Oh okay! I missed you, Uncle Roo Roo!” Astrid exclaimed.

“Oh, did you Little Chick?” Bradley responded as he bent over to pick up Astrid. “Because I missed you too”

“It’s still early baby, let’s get you up to bed, little girls need rest so they can grow big and strong” You told your daughter.

“But I wanna play with Uncle Roo Roo.” Astrid pouted.

“How about this? Uncle Roo Roo can tuck you into bed and then you can play with him in the morning?” You suggested as you looked at Rooster for approval, he nodded in agreement.

Astrid nodded as Rooster carried her up the stairs. “Can you make chocolate chip pancakes?” You heard your toddler ask. “Of course, Little Chick and I can show you how to ride your new bicycle.”

“You got me a bicycle!-” Their voices faded as they turned into the upstairs hallway and into Astrid’s room.

The smile sitting on your face dropped. How are you going to handle this? Did you love Bradley too? You couldn’t allow yourself to answer that as you remembered your husband. Are you gonna tell Jake? You felt a headache set in, this is going to bite you in the ass in the future.

“You should get home soon, Little Chick is probably waiting for you.” Bradley said, breaking you out of your memory.

“You’re probably right. Thanks for having me over and helping me unwind Roos.” You responded as you pulled yourself off the couch and grabbed your purse.

You hesitated at the front door, remembering that it wasn’t only your daughter who would be waiting for you at home.

Rooster approached you and grabbed your shaking hand. “You'll be okay Darlin’, just remember I’m just one call away if you need me.” He reassures you as he gives your hand a soft kiss.

You placed your foreheads against each other, and closed your eyes for a moment. “I love you (y/n).” Rooster whispers, not expecting a response back.

“Goodnight Roos.” You tell him as you finally leave.

You made the drive back in silence, and after 10 minutes, you were home. You didn’t realize you still had the smile on your face as you unlocked the front door and noticed Jake staring at you from the couch. You meet his eyes with a greeting “Hey Zuko.”

He did not return your smile.

“(y/n), how’s ‘Uncle’ Rooster?”

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[jujumin-translates]

Event | 7th Anniversary: All Actors Aboard! | Chapter 1: VELUDO STATION MEMORY ✕ Tenma Sumeragi

Tenma: Good work.

Tsuzuru: Good work. It’s rare that we all get to eat lunch together like we’re doing today.

Taichi: That’s what happens when we all take different classes~. Oh, what’d you guys get for lunch?

Tenma: The hamburg steak meal.

Juza: I got the meal of the day. Couldn’t resist ‘cause the dessert was animitsu.

Tsuzuru: I got the kakiage udon set.

Taichi: Nice! I got the chuukadon!

Taichi: Mighta got a little ahead of myself with getting such a big serving though. I’m so full I feel like I’m gonna sleep through my next lecture…

Tsuzuru: Well, you should at least try to stay awake.

Tenma: I’ve got a photoshoot later, so Igawa’s picking me up from campus in a little bit.

Taichi: For real!?

Tsuzuru: You really are always busy, huh.

*Phone notification*

Tenma: Hm? A LIME from Igawa.

Tenma: …

Juza: ? What is it?

Tenma: …He said he can’t pick me up because something else came up.

Tenma: It’s fine, I’ll just take a taxi to the site. The app to call one is--.

Tsuzuru: A college student calling a taxi… must be a rich person thing.

Taichi: Well, that’s our Ten-chan!

Taichi: That actually reminds me of something that happened back when we were at O High! Ten-chan got totally lost.

Tenma: …I wasn’t lost. Why do you even remember that, anyway?

Taichi: There’s no way we’d forget that, Right, Juza-san!?

Juza: Yea… that. That was pretty surprisin’.

Tsuzuru: What are you talking about?

Taichi: Umm… I think it was around the time right after Juza-san and I finished the first performance of the Newborn Autumn Troupe.

Taichi: C’mon, Ten-chan, tell us!

Tenma: …

Tenma: Back then--.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Flashback*

Tenma: (...Igawa’s late.)

Tenma: (He said this morning that he was going to meet me by the road near O High because I’ve got to head to the drama set for filming after school.)

Tenma: (But it’s already way after the scheduled time and he still hasn’t come. I already tried calling him, but he’s probably driving. What should I do…?)

Juza: …Huh, ain’t that Tenma?

Taichi: It is! Ten-chaaan!

Juza: Thought ya said ya had filmin’ for your drama today.

Tenma: I do. But it’s way past the scheduled time and Igawa still hasn’t come to pick me up.

Taichi: Really? What are you gonna do?

*Phone buzzes*

Tenma: --It’s Igawa.

*Beep*

Igawa: “Tenma-kun, I’m so sorry! I had something else come up on short notice, so I couldn’t pick you up…”

Igawa: “However, the site this time is quite close to where you are now. I apologize, but could you please head straight there yourself?”

Igawa: “It would be much faster to take the train, but knowing you, you may be better off taking a cab, Tenma-kun.”

Tenma: …Got it. I’ll call you when I get there.

*Beep*

Taichi: What’d Igawa-san say?

Tenma: …He had something else come up and that’s why he couldn’t pick me up.

Tenma: I think I’ll just head over to the main street and catch a cab there. I don’t think I’ll be able to catch one around here.

Juza: Gotcha.

Taichi: See ya!

Tenma: Yeah, see you later.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tenma: (I was just trying to get to the main street… how’d I end up at Veludo Station!?)

Tenma: Even though I thought I was using the map app properly to try and get there…!

Taichi: --Huh!? Ten-chan!?

Juza: What happened? Thought ya were headed to the main street.

Taichi: What happened to taking a taxi? Could you not get one?

Tenma: Y-Yeah.

Tenma: But it seems like I can get there by train too, so I thought it’d be nice to do something like this every once in a while.

Tenma: I was just about to buy a ticket. Ticket machine… first, you need to press this button on the panel and…

Taichi: …Ten-chan, do you even know how to buy a ticket?

Tenma: I-I know how to! Umm… and then to get to here…

Juza: If ya wanna go to that station, ya can buy a ticket for the amount it says there.

Tenma: Right… thanks. Alright then, to the ticket gate…

Tenma: …

Juza: …What is it?

Tenma: Nothing…

Tenma: …What platform should I go to to get to that station?

Taichi: …

Juza: …

Tenma: …What?

Juza: …Tenma. How ‘bout we go with ya?

Tenma: Hah!? Why do you need to…

Taichi: C’mon, it’s not a big deal! We’re just worried about letting you go by yourself, Ten-chan!

Taichi: We just wanna tag along, so don’t even worry about it! We’re just curious about the drama set ‘n stuff, y’know! Right, Juza-san!?

Juza: Yea, we are.

Tenma: --.

Tenma: …W-Whatever. You can come along if you really want to.

Taichi: Alright, let’s all head there!

Juza: That way goes back home.

Tenma: Right… thanks.

*Flashback end*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Taichi: You really surprised us back then, Ten-chan!

Juza: Glad ya managed to get there okay.

Tsuzuru: Huh, that’s quite the episode.

Tenma: …Well, you guys really saved me back then.

Taichi: That reminds me, isn’t the theme for “VELUDO” this time memories about the station!?

Taichi: Why don’t you write about that, Ten-chan?

Tenma: What!? There’s no way I’m writing about that.

Taichi: Huh, why not!? I’m sure there’s tons of people who would love to read about your getting lost episode, Ten-chan~.

Tenma: I told you, I wasn’t lost!

Tsuzuru: You sure are stubborn, huh.

*Phone buzzes*

Tenma: Looks like the taxi’s here. I’m going to get going now.

Tsuzuru: See you.

Juza: Stay safe.

Taichi: You gonna be okay? You’re not gonna get lost on your way to the taxi, right?

Tenma: You don’t have to worry about that!

Taichi: Ahaha, I’m kidding!

Tenma: Jeez…

Tenma: (The “VELUDO” article, huh… well, maybe I’ll consider doing it.)

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He'll Be Here - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw [1/2]

Masterlist

Part two

Part one - two (French version)

Summary : It's your birthday party and you're waiting for Bradley, hoping his fight with Pete, your father, won't damage your relationship as well.

Warnings : Maverick!daughter!reader, reader is 23 and Bradley is 25, angst, mention of Goose and Carol's death, sad ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 2.8k

Song inspiration : The Moment I Knew (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Your eyes are set on the table filled with candies as you count carefully how many chairs are around it. After counting three times, you come to the conclusion there’s one missing. You go find Pete, your father, in the kitchen where he’s putting small cakes on a plate. 

“Dad, you only put fourteen chairs, we’re fifteen.”

“Oh, I thought, maybe, Bradley-”

“He’ll come.” you cut him off a bit harshly. “He told me he’ll be here.” you rephrase with a softer tone.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I should have asked you to confirm it again.”

“It’s okay.” you assure him with a smile, “I’m gonna take my desk chair.”

Pete nods before going back to what he was doing while you’re leaving the room. You go take your chair and you can’t stop thinking back to Bradley and your relationship. His mother’s death a few months ago broke him down and your relationship has gone a bit downhill but since your father pulled his paper, it’s even worse. Now, there is a lot of tension between the two of them, sometimes creating some arguments between you and him. However, despite your last argument three days ago, he assured you he’ll be at your birthday party. He even confirmed it again the day before.

“He’ll be here. He promised.” you can’t stop telling yourself like a mantra.

With your father, you finish setting everything up in the living room when the first guests arrive. Before opening your door, you put your dress right back and check if your red lipstick is applied correctly in the mirror next to the door. You paid attention to every single little detail of your appearance, wanting to impress Bradley. If during that night, you both can let your fight behind and if Bradley can spend a whole night with your father without an altercation then maybe it can still work. You want it to work still. You can’t lose Bradley too.

Upon opening the door, you don’t find Bradley but your high school friends, Sarah and Luke, you hadn’t seen for several months. You catch up on each other’s life whilst a part of your mind is distracted by Bradley. You have a knot in your stomach, in spite of yourself, nonetheless you try not to think too much about it. Your first guests have just arrived and it’s not even 2:30 P.M yet. It’s normal he’s not the first one to show. You have no reason to stress.

As the time goes by, other friends from school and University as well show up. You keep a smile on your face and chat with them but you can’t help and look toward the front door. Everytime someone knocks, you run to open and try not to show your disappointment when you see friends and not Bradley. Yet, it becomes harder when Bradley’s friends arrive without him. You do everything to put your mind at ease by telling yourself he might come later. He’s twenty minutes late, it’s true, however so is your friend Anne. There’s no reason to worry. Not yet.

When he is officially thirty minutes late, you take your phone, hoping you missed a text but nothing. You open your conversation with Bradley and write a message.

Text from you to Bradley, 3:11 P.M. : 

Hey, is there traffic on the road ? Do you know when you’ll be here ? ❤️

You keep your cell in your hand - your dress doesn’t have pockets - and you join the conversation between your dad and Sarah. You don’t talk a lot, too focused on checking the door and your messages. Pete sees on your face you’re preoccupied. He doesn’t need to think too much to know Bradley is the reason. He knows he did the good thing by pulling Bradley’s paper, like Carol wanted to, but he can’t help and feels bad when he started to notice his action has consequences on your relationship with Bradley. The last thing he wants is to see you lose the bond you two share, especially if he’s the reason behind it. When Sarah goes to find Hannah to do Karaoke, your father gets closer to you.

“He’ll come, don’t worry about it.” he whispers in your ear, “It’s supposed to be fun, turning twenty-three so enjoy your party with your friends.”

You quickly nod to your dad and do what he told you. You’re finally having a good time by singing some songs from your teenagehood with your friends, even if you keep looking at your phone which still doesn’t have a new notification.

While you’re in the middle of a third song, someone knocks on the front door. Your head snaps in an instant toward the sound. Your dad doesn’t have the time to react that you’ve already opened the door. The big smile that was on your face a second ago vanishes when you see Anne. She takes you in her arms rapidly.

 “Happy birthday !” Anne exclaims, breaking the embrace, “I’m sorry, I’m so freaking late, but someone’s car broke down in the middle of the road and I’ve been having some struggle with my phone recently.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you could make it.”

“I’m probably the last one.”

“No, Bradley isn’t here yet.” you inform with a small wince, “He’s probably stuck on the road as well.”

You take her gift and put it next to the other ones whilst she joins the guests. Your eyes get filled with tears, ready to fall, yet you hold them back. You take your phone and the lack of new messages is starting to really frustrate you. You even think something is wrong with your cell. You turn it off and on, hoping it’ll change something. It didn’t. You open your conversation with Bradley again and tap something, trying not to shed a tear.

Text from you to Bradley, 4:57 P.M. : 

So, you’re officially the last one haha. You’re gonna be late a lot ? I’m waiting for you impatiently ❤️

Your friend Luke grabs you by the arm and brings you back to the others who are laughing. You try your best to laugh with them but your gloominess prevents you from it. While some of your friends are having fun, others are asking you when or if Bradley is coming. You do your best acting performance and answer them, smiling, that he’s on his way. When they go back to what they were doing, you watch the front door again and then your phone, both of them without a trace of Bradley.

Your party officially started three hours ago, you’re about to eat your birthday cake. All your guests are looking forward to eating it whereas you only want to send them back home and be alone, under your covers. You keep your fake smile and go at the end of the table and your dad is going to take the cake with your candles. Sarah turns off the light and your closed ones are singing Happy Birthday To You. Awkwardly, your eyes go from one friend to the other until they fall on the empty chair at the opposite side of you. At that moment, you feel like it’s slow motion when you watch the door again, hoping Bradley would burst through the door with a big smile on his face and apologise for being late. Unfortunately, only your candles in the shape of a two and a three appear in front of you. The voices finishing singing seem far away from you whilst your father kisses your temple and invites you to blow your candles. Once they’re extinguished, your friends and your father applaud you and you take the knife for the cake. At the same time you’re eating, your guests offer you your gifts. You open them and thank the person, however between each present, your eyes find their way on the door then the empty chair. You have one last gift left to open. According to Sarah, it’s a present from all of your friends. You open the letter and read “coupon for a week-end for two persons at New-York.”

“We thought it could be a cool thing to do for you and Bradley.” Hannah informs you.

“Or someone else !” Sarah adds quickly. “The booking hasn’t been done yet so you can decide who you want to take with you.”

“Thank you very much. All of your gifts are perfect.” you state, pinching your red lips together as a way to smile.

Luke starts a conversation and the voices start mixing. You take your phone next to your cake and check your messages with Bradley. This time, you decide to not send a text. You know it’s too late. Bradley’s absence is starting to stand out more and more to the point where your friends notice your uneasiness. Sarah’s little specification made you realise that. Even if she doesn’t know everything, you told her about your relationship problems. Everytime you told her about it, she tried to soothe you by saying over and over again that your bond is strong and it’s just a difficult time. However, with her comment, you think she’s now changed her mind because what you’re going through is clearly more serious.

When you finish eating, some of your friends go to do something you don’t care about whereas the others chat together and your dad grabs the plate and brings them back to the kitchen. As for you, you stay on your chair, staring blankly at the door. Your eyes get more and more teary and you know, this time, you won’t be able to hold them back. You stand up and start leaving the room. You’re about to reach the bathroom’s door when Josh and Julia, Bradley’s close friends - they always seem to know when there’s something going wrong between you and Bradley -  catch you before you can lock yourself in.

“Is everything okay ?” Julia asks you with a worried look.

“He said he’d be here.” you say, hopelessly. “He’s not answering my texts and we all know he’s not late.”

“There must be an explanation.”

“Why hasn’t he told me then ? He promised.”

“It’s going to be okay.” Josh reassures you, stroking your arm. “Come on, it’s your party, you should be having fun.”

“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom before.”

Julia and Josh go back to the living room and you lock yourself in the bathroom. You put your hands on both sides of the sink, your head down while the first tears are streaming down your face. Remembering you have mascara on, you raise your head toward the ceiling and try to breath slowly. Yet, your cries are only getting stronger. You end up setting your eyes on your reflection in the mirror in front of you and you think you’re pathetic. You watch the contrast between your party dress and your red lipstick that were to impress Bradley and your tears mixed with your mascara that are to deplore him.

Bradley’s silence hurts you more than his absence. He’s been your best friend since your birth, your boyfriend since you’re fifteen and him seventeen and he’s ignoring you on purpose. At that moment your heart breaks into a billion little pieces in your chest, knowing what that absence and silence mean for both of you. You wish things were different, but you’ve been feeling like things were changing between you for quite some time, your party only confirmed your doubts. You try your best to hold back your sobs facing this realisation, though you let go of a sound. You mentally hope no one has heard you. You force yourself to calm your cries, knowing you can’t stay any longer, not wanting to worry your father and your guests. 

When you’re finally calming down, you take a tissue and dry your tears. You fix your make up, take a deep breath and leave the bathroom. Before going to the others, you prepare your smile and enter the room. As soon as he sees you, your dad knows you’re sad. He doesn’t need to take a better look at you to see the pain you’re hiding being this artificial smile.

For the remaining time of your party, you become the shadow of your former self. You feel like you’re too much, you’re ridiculous. Your friends are having fun whilst you can’t stop but adjust your dress which seems to burn every centimetre of your skin. You’re numb, unable to force a laugh at your friends' shenanigans. You’re just waiting for them to leave. Your father is looking at you from afar and he can’t help but feel his heart tightens in his chest. Indirectly, he’s the reason for your pain and he hates it. He hates himself for it. 

When your guests finally leave, you close the door hurriedly. You sigh in relief before joining your dad who has already started to put things away. You grab some glasses and plates and bring them to the kitchen, lost in your thoughts. 

“I’m gonna do it, don’t worry. You can go to bed.” he informs you with a compassionate smile.

“I can help.”

“It won’t take long, I’ve got this.”

You don’t have the strength to argue so you nod silently and walk to your bedroom, dragging your feet. After taking your stuff, you go to the bathroom. There, you take your makeup off, brush your teeth, put your pyjamas on without thinking. You should feel lighter, not having on you what weighed so much on you, except that the problem wasn’t your dress or your makeup, on the contrary, it’s the pain in your chest. Worse, getting rid of these artifice makes you ache even more because there’s no chance of going back to the start of the day.

When you go back to your room, you settle down on your bed. You only have time to take a pillow in your arms when your phone rings. You throw yourself on it and discover Bradley’s name. You wait a second before picking it up. You don’t say a word, too scared to break down.

“Hey, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. I’ll make it up to you.” Bradley apologises with a soft voice.

Hearing his voice creates a knot in your throat and your eyes start to sting. You take a deep breath before talking.

“I’m sorry too.”

“What do you mean ? I promise I have a good explanation.” he assures you, but you know he’s lying.

“Really and what is it ?” you let your anger win over. “I waited for you all night, Bradley. You’re the only one who didn’t show up. You should have been there.”

“You need to understand with your dad that-”

“‘That’ What ?” you cut him off, “You told me you’d make an effort for tonight.”

“I know…”, he starts, sighing, “but I can’t help and feel mad when I think back to what he did.”

“So you’re ruining our relationship ? Since it happened, everything has changed between us. You’re coming less and less to my place, you cancel dates at the last minute, we talk less and if we do talk, we argue. You know very well I have nothing to do with what he did so why do you act like it is ?” you question with a trembling voice.

“I… I don’t know.”

“I can’t handle this anymore, Bradley. Tonight was the last straw.”

“You’re not gonna break up with me just because I didn’t come tonight ? I told you I’ll make it up to you.” Bradley retorts, panicked.

“It’s not just the birthday. It’s been two months since things have been going south between us. You're always messing up and yet everytime I forgive you just for us to argue again. It's too late, there's nothing we can't do anymore.”

“Y/N, please. I can’t lose you too.” he begs with a small voice, making you tear up again.

“I can’t either. You mean the most to me, but it’s not working anymore. We have to face the truth. Goodbye, Bradley.”

You don’t give him a chance to answer and hang up. Your eyes on your phone, you start crying again. If you thought your heart was already broken, you have now the impression someone is ripping the pieces from your chest. You try to wipe your tears away when your dad opens the door. You turn your head in his direction and hold back a sob. Pete sees your trembling lips and he doesn’t need to know you were on the phone to understand what just happened. He takes big steps and takes you in his arms. You hang to him as if he was your safety net while you burst into tears.

“Why did you have to do that ? We already lost Uncle Goose and Aunt Carol and now, we lost him too.” you reproach him with a broken voice.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

You don’t have the courage to blame your dad a bit longer so you keep shedding all the tears of your body in the comfort of his arms whilst he’s holding his cries back, trying to soothe you. 

Part two

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